Kurupt - On Da Grind lyrics

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It's been a long time since you've heard from us

Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt

And now we back wit a little rhyme

We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind

Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block)

Straight up

D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T

Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'?

You can't stop

You can't rewind the time

You can't think about the past

So look forward to life

And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours

We can't stop, can't rewind the time

Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes

On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine

Until we get we it be out here on de grind

I wake up with the birds, early as fuck

Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks

Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up

They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up

It aint shit to flip a double up

And I love when I'm comin' up

I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up

Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga

Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze

Move into the hood with all the O.G's

That help me get paid homie, we a unit

Doin it how a gangsta do it

Run through it

And stampede the block like bitch

Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah)

Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin

Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass

Yeah nigga, half a day gone by

Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life

It's hard to survive

Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5

45, Milli Mack eleven

Gunshots non stop to funk pop

Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?)

Me and the homies are the first to bust

And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us

Gangsta

With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead

I guess I'd die in the life of greed

Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed

For set, joints nigga or half a key

I remember when I came up

Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up

Some niggas flamed up

Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up)

What up?! (Yeah!)

I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap

Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap

Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap

Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap

Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa

DPGC fuck y'all niggas

Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood

Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good

Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas

Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on

Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block

The gangstas is here fo'eva,

Yeah, huh, huh, yeah

Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin

Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti

Huh, '99 millenium 2000

Like fuck a bitch!

Put it on the catalogs homie

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