NOTORIOUS B.I.G

Get Your Grind On

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Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Get Your Grind On




(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe, Freeway)But I would've loved to hearA Big Pun and B.I.G. collaboThat shit would've been incredible[Big Pun talking]( )Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happenWe 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 filthyMy moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and WhiskeyHuh, what a set upShoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat offUhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead offBenz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-landArmy fatigue break up teams, the enemiesLook man, you wanna see me locked up, shot upMoms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARDCryin, know my friends is lyinY'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugersor they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasantKinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riotGiving cats the opposite of dietsYou gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eyeI was high when they hit me, took a few cats with meShit, I need the company (uh-huh)Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughterIf it was up to me you would be with me, sorta likeDaddy Dearest, my vision be the clearestSilencers so you can't hear itCompetition still fear it, shit don't ask meI went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still[Chorus: Freeway]Nigga still gotta get his grind onCome get introduced to my homeI grew up in the crime zoneSoon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strapYou keep your chrome cause the streets is chillyNow get your grind onCome get introduced to my homeA nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressedMo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armorCause the streets are killinNow get your grind onCome get introduced to my home[Big Punisher]Yo, yoThe penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressedMy enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flipI never reject an offer to battleSlap a coffin on the saddleand rattle like a wooden horse to el barrioNiggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttinIf ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffinsFake the funk and get your rump roastOne dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come closePun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitinfor the perfect time to give you what you all been waitinAn orgi-nation of veterans builtwith genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the billsInvest in the real, don't get left in the hillsMy tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-billsWe blessed with the will to never surrendercause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninjaIt's my world[Chorus][Fat Joe]I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gunCouple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz runCrack pull up, everybody clear outAnybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired outI'm in that caddy with my bitch in the packYour mommy got a body but she itchin to clapAnd I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packsListen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin the factsOn that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near youMy niggaz watch out for that Black SurburbansAnd no it's not the Feds, man papi's homeAnd papi got it good, he could put you onListen, I done made abandoned blocks look hotNine to ten Benzes, a couple of dropsCouple of rubber bands from the corrupt copsJust to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocksCrack a chestize 'em, right besides 'emIn front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'emWe from the Bronx where the may-ors lift upAnd niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don't give a...Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot youAll for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutalI done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong packThen they call the shit the bomb smackWord to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest everThe John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never[Notorious B.I.G.]This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass againFifty dollar half-a-men, daydreaminFuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-andbe Mor-gan than FreemanI took the cream and, moved to new places new facesFuck the screwfaces, cause when I flipI make the papers, dangerous, we GoodfellasNiggaz can't bang with us, try to do meMy crew be unruly (what)To old school cats that call gats tooliesCall blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke wooliesAnd fuck without rubbers (what) specializein killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shitWhen Frank start bustin, Frank start somethinKillin ya gently, God meant me, to push a BentleyMe and Sean Combs takin broads homeOn the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicksBout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit




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