Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt      Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt      I'm not a bad boy or a rude boy blood spiller   Notice how I touch the microphone like gorillas   Dressed in all white, sparking up my tire   It's Brooklyn dance y'all that have me in a trance y'all      I slid my way, right up in a jam   Skated on the dance floor like I was Peter Pan   Put style's together, I inspired Dapper Dan   Plus I'm down with the Wu-Tang Clan      No bodyguards, I'm just a dred rolling dolo   Looking for an empress and not a ho, yo   I made my way to the bar, the DJ shouted me out   To kick that Shogun slogan      I ordered Hennessey mixed with Captain Morgan's   And made my way right to the booth, to bust a flow son      Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt      And all my big body medium and slim body Chaka queens   A hip hop nigga rocking in reggae scene   Arms out, skin out, synchronized as he rock to the beat   And can you stand the heat      And can you wind your waist without moving your feet   And if you don't like sweating, you should take a seat   Yeah, yeah, I mixed it out with my homey, Robbie Gandis   Pulling a cigar from Havana, like a don dada      While lil' ma's eyein' me up in the corner   I talk to bartender and order two corona's   I slid on over, the way she look made me sober   'Cuz I'm a smooth brother, yeah, I kept my composure   We danced all night to guess what the drama   It couldn't be a Brooklyn dance without no drama      Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt      Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt      One shot, two shot, rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat-tat   I grab the hand and we jetted out the spot   It was a beef between a Yankee boy and Jamerican   The whole crowd spreaded out in a hurry, shit      I held a taxi and hopped up in the backseat   He told the driver, 550 Jay Street   And by the way, I'm taking you with me   'Cuz I, I really really like the way you MC      Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, I didn't really know you like me   Now we both fixing on the party   Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo but you can parle with me   'Cuz that's the way I like things to be, aiyo      Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt, yeah   Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt      Nobody move, nobody get hurt   Nobody move, nobody get hurt, yeah   Nobody move and nobody get hurt   Nobody move and nobody get hurt