I can feel him moving, moving, moving, moving Every now and then Look, shorty, shorty, he from the hood, right? All they wanna do is get some respect from the homies that came before me Even goin' busses, Mack 11, they tryna be carriers Is he the guy workin'? Look, nappy fade with the braids and the socks tucked Nike boots in the summer, that boy is real tough He said to me, like, I like your style Like, actually, you feel the pain that I already seen? I can feel him moving, moving, moving, moving I can feel it all in my heart and my soul I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul Every now and then Lick it, link the hood, favorite the streets When they be a bit crazy, now we showed up How we been from back pages to backstages And black nominees on hood DVDs and world domination This * like the Masons This * feel like the end of a saga This man, linky, your brother This man, linky, be poppin' This man, yeah, can rock a couple hundred Turn into a couple million people Now they cryin' out I can feel him moving I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul Every now and then I can feel him moving Moving, moving I can feel him moving Moving, moving I can feel him moving Moving, moving Moving Every now and then I can feel him moving I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul I can feel it in my bones I can feel it all in my heart and my soul Every now and then