Get Your Grind On (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Freeway)

歌詞

But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible Aye yaknahmsayin it was just happen We have our day, you know I seen him, I seen him I seen him at the pearly gates yaknahmean We keep it, keep it keep it going from there Uhh, I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off wipe the sweat off Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket screamin BASTARD Cryin, know my friends is lyin Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers or they Desert dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company Apoligies in order to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown you on your own you keep your strap You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects end up gettin mo' stressed Mo' money mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor Cause the streets are killin Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home The penalty is death especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin my Squad been waitin for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin An orgi-nation of veterans built with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas and the rest of the bills Invest in the real don't get left in the hills My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills We blessed with the will to never surrender cause my every agenda's in and out unseen like I entered the ninja It's my world Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown you on your own you keep your strap You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects end up gettin mo' stressed Mo' money mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor Cause the streets are killin I got that new F-N call it that faggot nigga gun Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run Crack pull up everybody clear out Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin the facts On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans And no it's not the Feds man papi's home And papi got it good he could put you on Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot Nine to ten Benzes a couple of drops Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks Crack a chestize 'em right besides 'em In front of a hundred million viewers shouldn't surprise 'em We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don't give a Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you All for a pair of some Nikes the shits brutal I done seen fiends O.D shot the wrong pack Then they call the shit the bomb smack Word to Crack, the god body the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit will it kill me Never This goes out to cats fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men daydreamin Fuck around get wet like semen your whole team-and be Mor-gan than Freeman I took the cream and moved to new places new faces Fuck the screwfaces cause when I flip I make the papers dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggaz can't bang with us try to do me My crew be unruly (what) To old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize in killin wives and grandmothers who ya trustin, shit When Frank start bustin Frank start somethin Killin ya gently, God meant me to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin broads home On the phone with the chip with these Cristal chicks Bout to make our own porno flicks my life's the shit