Killer Mike - Blam Blam lyrics

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Grindtime (oh the mercy)

Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B'

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Once again

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

Usually the two would be

Beside me when I cruise the street

Blue your feet blue your seat

He who moves usually

Cool it be, slow your roll

These niggas here dey cool with me

Rock the same shoes as me

Went to the same school as me

News would be,

That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know,

You need to keep the K up on ya

Chop up all these credit cards

Career is all that laid up on ya

Skeet skeet,

Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya

You know you really wanna be rollin instead

Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head

Hey and sold ya for bread

Findin the life that we chose

Fast cars and this money

And these trifling hoes

Keep it real!

Who wanna test-a the goon or the pride

I keep it on my hips they call me Ironside

Go and let a few fly

That made a few die

Some fell straight down others handglide

But none of them survive the rising of the tide

Drown in they own blood

Like pigs in the mud

Insert a few plugs

Make sure he don't budge

Or toss or throw away

I don't hold a grudge

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Once again

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

Catch this MILF, pass the spliff

Scoop me in the jag and dip

Nag a bitch and flag a ship

Open her like a bag of chips

Houdhini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick

Abra Kadabra, I caught it all on camera

(While I)My major stamina

Fuck all the amateurs

Smokin lavender

It's slightly lighter than purple with a murk

My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle of trust

Amongst eachothe, we trust each brother

There's another mad situation,

Sad situation

That every nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation)

I'm tired of waiting,

Tired of being patient,

Tired of waking up wondering if we gonna make it (gonna make it)

My hands are full

I'm a Grindtime disciple

Right hand the Bible

Left hand the rifle (a rifle)

We freed us boys

And we both got degrees

I got mine from the schools

He got his from the streets

Told me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespect to he

(now back to me)It's kind of sad

That that's all I want to be

A member of the game

Rappin and using slang

And even at career day

I said the same thang

Teacher shook her haid

"What a god damn shame"

But really motherfucker

Who really should you blame

(I am)product of* my environment

(I am)* Working towards retirement

Just another motherfucker

Trying to come up

Hand above the water

And Get head from your daughter

But who gives a fuck

Go on and sign me up

Big Slim in the building nigga throw ya G'z up!

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get kiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Once again

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

The rugor man the toolastan

From here to Jerusalem, man

Used to move it down

Twelve hundred sixty two grams

Heavy chevy runnin fuck it

It's a bucket trap car

Red dogs *dominatin*

Tryin to trap a trap star

Hell naw we under rated

That'll be the day mo'

Catch me in da eight mo'

Yeah I got the yay mo'

Slip double played partna

Parkin lot pimpin on em

Droppin toppin flippin on em

Cop a block and flip it on em

Pussy boy boxy boy

You ain't never shattered shatta boy

You a boxy boy

Never shat a boy

That's why I shot all ya shattas boy

Left em dead

On all my hotter boys

Blunts of madosia

Saturate the polo

Leave a *mad odor* nickle *plated* fofo

*Strike* like mad cobras

Call jot'em come get em

Cause his life over

Tell em chef john brown

If he come through town

He will be shot down

'pon sight 'pon day 'pon night

He'll be dead upon the river

With them boxy boys

And them in for my niggas

Beaten swollen bloated like a elephant man

Blunt swollen bloated like a elephant man

Past gettig high smokin for the hell of it man

If you ain't Grindtime

You irrelevant, man

Not Peel not Jones Mario shit

I'm sorry hoe

Not Zack not Jack not Bill Collector

EY! FUCK YOU VERY MUCH,

Hope you have a bad day. Grindtime!

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Once again

When the glock go blam blam, you die you don't get jiggy yo you're done done

No there's no where to hide nor where to run run, Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come, Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

Thanks to keudo for correcting these lyrics