Get Your Grind On
(专辑: Duets: The Final Chapter - 2005)
But I
would've loved to hear A
Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking] 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 [Notorious B.I.G.] 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 (uh-huh) 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 [Chorus: Freeway] 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 [Big Punisher] Yo, yo 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 [Chorus] [Fat Joe] 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 [Notorious B.I.G.] 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