 G-G-G-G-G...G-G-G-G-G...G-G-G-G-
G-G-UNIT!
(Tony Yayo)
You a half time hustla, im a full time
hustla
(50 Cent)
Cuz I stay on the grind, i stay on the
grind
(Lloyd Banks)
While you chasin your dick, Ill be
chasin them tits
(50)
Cuz I stay On the grind, I stay on
the grind
Man, the D's on me, cuz they caught
me with a nine
And I, stay on the grind, I stay on
the grind
(TY)
Wife be beggin, for me to spend time
(50)
Cuz I, stay on the grind, I stay on
the grind
(Verse 1: 50 Cent)
All I do is sit and think of ways that I
can come up
Hit tips of 1 up, then maybe they
could gun up
My pockets are hurtin homie, I aint
feelin this shit
Have yo mama screamin (BABY BOO,
IS YA HIT?!)
I aint Scarface, "No women no kids" I
dont give a fuck
Better teach that bitch and that little
nigga ta duck
With a P90 Ruger, I put shots all
through ya
If you survive, you gon feel what
time'll do to ya
I'm a hard-headed nigga, I came up
so hard
Had to get shot 9 times for me to
find God
If 10 planes hit the projects, nobody
will care
Look around, they aint nothin but
black folks around here
From brothers that become political,
and start to manuever
They'll give you a hundred years
man, they did it to Hoover
Ya, you can hate me or love me,
when you see me bust shots
Come and hug me, come show me
she loves me
(CHORUS: 50 Cent)
I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5,
and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the
grind
I aint got time for love. I'm tryna get
mine, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the
grind
I got moans in the middle, and I'm
always gon shine, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the
grind
If you call when I'm busy, when you
got spare time, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the
grind
(Verse 2: Tony Yayo)
I got claintell, I flip coke in a hurry
Darryl Strawberry even called me on
the celly
And Whitney Houston, saw my coke
be movin
I got the china white from the
schuben
And my dope connects, the dudes
be African
He got Boo-koo bucks, he be
traffican
I know feinds that'll rob a train, to
feed their vein
Feinds that'll kill an addict that
support their habit
Feinds that'll pawn their jewels for
dog food
So when I'm on the strip, you know
I'm on the move
Fuck cops in a bentley, with low ass
knowledge
I cop ten bricks and pay for a pilots
Now theres coke in Ohana, dope in
Alabama
I'm, not a rapper, Tony Yay' is a
scrambler
Remember back then, is when I
slinged on the corner
I had the sheep skin, my girl had to
love the barber
((Chorus))
(Verse 3: Lloyd Banks)
Dont get caught robbin the pot, cuz
your hand'll be tossed
Get on both sides, its your man
Berry Boss
Imma flood the watch, and every
cross
Nevermind a horse, im in a porsche,
its my turn to floss
Dont put me in a mix of your rap lies
Diss me, Ill dip you in toilet water so
you can get baptized
I grew up with the peasants in the
halls
Elevators is broke, probably have a
specious in the walls
Now haters get wreckless with the
calls
As Im fuckin their bitch and they
buyin breakfast in the morn
Not to mention, he dresses in the
malls
New Prada footwear, Nexino
necklace with the fauls
I dont care if you over 300 pounds,
dont seduce me
You'll get your big ass cut up like
Bruce Lee
I wont stop till my starve eat
We got tools, thatll steam your ass
around like a 5 heart beat
((Chorus))
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