Lyrics:

{*GUN SHOT*} Oh shit.. yo, y'knahmsayin? That shit just shot duke in the face (That nigga right there!) Nigga gotta be dead.. Fuck that then, let's rob that nigga man Take that nigga watch and get the fuck out of here (Fuck him!) [Fredro Starr] Aiyyo, young brothers out there shouldn't be stickin up people y'know? [Sonee Seeza] Give me the money, give me the money Here comes Sonee the greaser Sees the hostages; my conscience keeps tellin me I should just Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, everywhere I go There's no coppers, to stop us, the pros, our motto is stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve [Fredro Starr] 8 o'clock in the mornin, time to wake up Another brother gettin paid, and away, it's a stick up No time to even, take a bath Strictly cash, tax free quick fast Grab my Polo, jumped in the Timberland boots I got Audi, time to get rowdy Shiftee, low down gritty and grimy I guess I gotta find my crimey Sticky Fingaz, yo that's Sticky Fingaz Jetted to the ave. in a half of a second He wasn't at the spot, so the stop I was checkin Met him on the way, tucked away was the weapon Stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve, stick 'n' muve [Sticky Fingaz] Single handed me and Mickey barely took a trip to Linden Picked up some cheeba and some brew and yo what else? Screamin