On The Grind

(album: Lights Out - 2000)

What
You can find me on the corner with stones, quarters and zones
Or dope and powder broke, and our sale's soap and flour
And most of our customers come up to us daily
Yet and still I cut this stuff crazy – a hustler, baby
What can I give you? I distribute ki's to the kings
And Zs to the fiends, and Ecstasy and weed to the teens
You need to see Weez – anything you like and I have 'em
From crack to Viagra, and Vicodins, Valiums
I'm the nigga they point to when you hit my av
So get all your money together, come and get my slabs
I get my cash, put some aside, and flip like half
And still enough for me to TV and deep-dish my Nav'
And you can tell the law that I say they can kiss my acid
For the white people
When I get two bricks for ten, I know the right people
And I keep a nine on my waistline
And I'mma be right on the corner, wodie – I'm gonna grind

I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm trying to grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind

Nigga, y'all gon' respect Weezy, or else the tec squeezing shots
I have your chest steaming hot, and your sis' screaming, "Stop!"
I hang out on the block, nigga, with rocks and weed
On the corner 'til the morning, see the cops and flee
And if we beef, we don't beef long 'cause we gon' creep all night
So I hope you don't sleep all night – we on your street all night
Say, aw aw, I don't want your boy to get me shoes
'Cause I spit tools, and put him tissues in his shoes
And the bricks move every following week
So if you need to get it, too, then holler at me – got powder or d
And I shower your streets until your av pass out
More bricks than the three little pigs' last damn house
Stack crack and lay back, and just laugh at droughts
And issue work for half and just grab that south
For real, nigga – Weezy Wee trying to shine
From daybreak to nightfall I'm gon' grind

Tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind

Start from grams to ounces to quarters to halves to ki's
Takes seconds to minutes to hours to days and to weeks
Gotta grind, work, hustle, struggle, and get it
Gotta buy, cook it, cut it, sell it, and flip it
And I flight everyday and night from the corner to the avenue
And I'll sleep next week, man, I got yay, dope, and crack to move
Ask them dudes when Wheezy open shop, I ain't got a bag to lose
Especially if I don't like who sent 'em to me and I'mma tax a dude
Duck the Feds and drama like I duck my baby momma
Sometimes I play it sour – what you thought was yay was flour
I pull whatever for the cheddar – nigga gotta flash and floss
Drought come around, then it's jack the cost or jack the boss
Cock the gun, then I push rocks 'til I spot the sun
All day I hung the block, I see the cops and run
I'm trying to get rich 'cause I wan' shine
You can find me on the block, nigga, all the time

I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind

I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind
I tell 'em, "What!"
You see me hustling on the block all the time
Sitting at the table, breaking ki's down to dimes
Sooner or later this neighborhood gon' be mine
Nigga, I'm on the grind

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