Lyrics Get Your Grind On (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe and Freeway).lrc The Notorious B.I.G.
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[ar: The Notorious B.I.G.]
[al: Duets: The Final Chapter]
[ti: Get Your Grind On (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe and Freeway)]
[length: 05:24]
[00:22.57]I drink filthy, my moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican rum and whiskey
[00:26.51]Huh, what a set-off, should’ve pushed ’em dead off, wipe the sweat off
[00:30.71]’Cause in this world I’m dead off, squeeze lead off, Benz sped off
[00:34.26]Ain’t no shook hands in Brooklyn
[00:36.57]Army fatigue, break for tea, the enemies
[00:39.23]Look, man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
[00:42.26]Mom’s crotched up over the casket screamin’, “Bastard”
[00:45.89]Cryin’, know my friends is lyin’, I know who killed ’em
[00:49.00]Filled them with them lugars from Rugers or they Deserts, dyin’ ain’t shit but it’s pleasant
[00:54.37]Kinda quiet, watch my **** bring the riot
[00:57.20]Givin’ cats the opposite of diets
[00:59.38]You gain’ thirty pounds when you die, no lie, lazy eye
[01:02.89]I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
[01:06.11]Shit, I need the company, apologies in order to T’yanna, my daughter
[01:10.61]If it was up to me, you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest
[01:14.93]My vision be the clearest, silencer so you can’t hear it
[01:18.62]Competition still fear it, shit don’t ask me, I went from ashy to nasty to classy and still
[01:24.75]**** still gotta get his grind on
[01:27.20]Come get introduced to my home
[01:28.90]I grew up in a crime zone
[01:30.69]Soon as you grown you on your own
[01:32.17]You keep your strap, you keep your chrome
[01:33.74]’Cause the streets is chilly, now get your grind on
[01:36.68]Come get introduced to my home
[01:38.55]A **** grew up in the projects, end up gettin’ more stressed
[01:42.16]More money, more drama, you know a **** keep his Llama
[01:45.19]’Cause the streets are killin’, now get your grind on
[01:48.00]Come get introduced to my home
[01:49.28]The penalty is death, especially when I’m mentally stressed
[01:52.58]My enemies hang with me till I eventually flip
[01:55.08]I never reject an offer to battle, slap a coffin in the saddle
[01:58.76]And ride it like a wooden horse to the barrio
[02:00.90]**** talk but they babble ’cause they ain’t sayin’ nothin’
[02:03.67]If I ain’t blazin’ somethin’ with the MAC, I’m in the shack bakin’ muffins
[02:07.20]Fake the funk and get your rump roast, one dose of the toast’ll
[02:09.39]One dose of the toast’ll make you jump if you come close
[02:12.90]Pun spoke, ain’t no more debatin’
[02:14.70]My squad been waitin’ for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin’
[02:18.54]An orgi-nation of veterans, built with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas and the rest of the bills
[02:24.31]Invest in the real, don’t get left in the hills
[02:26.31]My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetables
[02:30.00]We blessed with the will to never surrender ’cause my every agenda’s in and out
[02:33.79]Unseen like I entered the ninja (It’s my world)
[02:36.26]**** still gotta get his grind on
[02:38.74]Come get introduced to my home
[02:40.40]I grew up in a crime zone
[02:42.01]Soon as you grown you on your own
[02:43.48]You keep your strap, you keep your chrome
[02:44.93]’Cause the streets is chilly, now get your grind on
[02:47.80]Come get introduced to my home
[02:50.03]A **** grew up in the projects, end up gettin’ more stressed
[02:53.68]More money, more drama, you know a **** keep his Llama
[02:56.57]’Cause the streets are killin’, now get your grind on
[02:57.81]I got that new F-N, call it that faggot **** gun
[03:01.18]Couple of hollow tips make you faggot **** run
[03:03.90]Crack pull up, everybody clear out
[03:06.85]Anybody pumpin’ that rock is gettin’ aired out
[03:09.92]I’m in that Caddy with my bitch in the pack
[03:12.27]Yeah, mami got a body but she itchin’ to clap
[03:15.17]And I know you pitchin’ purple but we switchin’ the packs
[03:17.98]Listen, man, don’t make me hurt you, I’m just givin’ the facts
[03:20.88]On that I-95 swervin’ to a town near you
[03:24.37]My **** watch out for them black Suburbans
[03:26.56]And, no, it’s not the feds, man, Papi’s home
[03:29.41]And Papi got it good, he could put you on, listen
[03:32.90]I done made abandoned blocks look hot
[03:35.24]Nine or ten Benzes, a couple of drops
[03:38.15]Couple of rubber bands for the corrupt cops
[03:40.85]Just to see my **** eat and shit and huggin’ the blocks
[03:43.71]Crack’ll chastise ’em right beside ’em
[03:46.82]In front of a hunnid million views shouldn’t surprise ’em
[03:49.92]We from the Bronx where them ARs lift up
[03:52.61]And **** get shot in broad day ’cause we don’t give a fuck
[03:56.00]Lil’ **** on bikes’ll just shoot you, all for a pair of some Nikes, this shit’s brutal
[04:00.93]I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
[04:03.96]Then they call this shit “The bomb smack,” word to Crack
[04:07.30]The God body, the hardbody, the realest ever
[04:10.01]The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never
[04:13.03]This goes out to cats (Stupid), fingers in they ass again
[04:17.27]Fifty-dollar half of men, daydreamin’, fuck around, get wet like semen
[04:21.79]Your whole team and be more gone than Freeman
[04:24.93]I took the cream and moved to new places, new faces, fuck the screwfaces
[04:30.06]’Cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous
[04:33.25]We Goodfellas, **** can’t bang with us
[04:36.15]Try to do me, my crew be unruly
[04:39.37]Some old school cats that call gats toolies, call blacks moolies
[04:43.31]Think it’s cool to smoke woolies and fuck without rubbers (What?)
[04:46.89]Specialize in killin’ wives and grandmothers, who you trustin’? Shit
[04:50.72]When Frank start bustin’, Frank start somethin’
[04:53.24]Killin’ ya gently, God meant me to push a Bentley
[04:56.55]Me and Sean Combs takin’ broads home
[04:59.12]On the phone with the chip with these Cristal chicks
[05:01.82]’Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life’s the shitYear of Release: 2005