Notorious B.I.G. - Get Your Grind On lyrics

rate me

(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe, Freeway)

But I would've loved to hear

A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo

That shit would've been incredible

[Big Pun talking]

Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen

We 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 filthy

My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey

Huh, what a set up

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off

Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off

Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land

Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up

Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD

Cryin, know my friends is lyin

Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers

or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant

Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot

Giving cats the opposite of diets

You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me

Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)

Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter

If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like

Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest

Silencers so you can't hear it

Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me

I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

[Chorus: Freeway]

Nigga still gotta get his grind on

Come get introduced to my home

I grew up in the crime zone

Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap

You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly

Now get your grind on

Come get introduced to my home

A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressed

Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor

Cause the streets are killin

Now get your grind on

Come get introduced to my home

[Big Punisher]

Yo, yo

The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed

My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip

I never reject an offer to battle

Slap a coffin on the saddle

and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio

Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin

If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins

Fake the funk and get your rump roast

One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin

for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin

An orgi-nation of veterans built

with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills

Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills

My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills

We blessed with the will to never surrender

cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja

It's my world

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe]

I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun

Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run

Crack pull up, everybody clear out

Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack

Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap

And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs

Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin the facts

On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you

My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans

And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home

And papi got it good, he could put you on

Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot

Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops

Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops

Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks

Crack a chestize 'em, right besides 'em

In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em

We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up

And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don't give a...

Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you

All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal

I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack

Then they call the shit the bomb smack

Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever

The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never

[Notorious B.I.G.]

This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again

Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin

Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and

be Mor-gan than Freeman

I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces

Fuck the screwfaces, cause when I flip

I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas

Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me

My crew be unruly (what)

To old school cats that call gats toolies

Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies

And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize

in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit

When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin

Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley

Me and Sean Combs takin broads home

On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks

Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit