get your grind on
Singer:notorious b.i.g.
but i would've loved to hear
a big pun and b.i.g. collabo
that shit would've been incredible
i seen him at the pearly gates
my moms and pops mixed me with jamaican rum and whiskey
shoulda pushed 'em dead off
cause in this world i'm dead off
ain't no shook hands in brook-land
army fatigue break up teams
you wanna see me locked up
moms crotched up over the casket
y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they rugers
dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant
watch my niggaz bring the riot
giving cats the opposite of diets
you gain thirty pounds when you die no lie
i was high when they hit me
if it was up to me you would be with me
my vision be the clearest
silencers so you can't hear it
competition still fear it
i went from ashy to nasty to classy
nigga still gotta get his grind on
come get introduced to my home
i grew up in the crime zone
you keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly
come get introduced to my home
a nigga grew up in the pro-jects
end up gettin mo' stressed
mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
cause the streets are killin
come get introduced to my home
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
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
and the rest of the bills
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
call it that faggot nigga gun
couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run
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
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
i done made abandoned blocks look hot
couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks
in front of a hundred million viewers
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
i done seen fiends o.d. shot the wrong pack
then they call the shit the bomb smack
fingers in they ass again
fuck around get wet like semen
moved to new places new faces
niggaz can't bang with us
to old school cats that call gats toolies
think it's cool to smoke woolies
and fuck without rubbers specialize
in killin wives and grandmothers
me and sean combs takin broads home
on the phone with the chip
with these cristal chicks
bout to make our own porno flicks