Daz Dillinger - On Tha Grind Lyrics
It's been a long time since you've heard from usDat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti KuruptAnd now we back wit a little rhymeWe can't stop can't quit 'cause we ?? the grind[Daz,(Kurupt):]Yo ( Gangstafied back on the block)Straight upD-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-TDoing it like usual, you know what I'm sayin?You can't stop you can't rewind the timeYou can't think about the pastSo look forward to life, and keep on ?missionin? on the grind for yoursChorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)We can't stop, can't rewind the timeOff of dollar bills nickles and dimesOn everythang homeboy that I'm down for mineUntil we get we it be out here on the grind[Daz]I wake up with the birds, early as *****Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucksLil' *****es around the way they know what's upThey wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed upIt aint shit to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin upI got thangs for these suckas when they runnin upTelling all yall fools yall aint one of us[Kurupt]Nigga, get a glimpse of a fact plus that, BlazeMove into the hood with all the OG'sThat help me get paid homie, we a unitDoin it how a gangsta do it, Run through itAnd stampede the block like *****Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit(yeah)Jack nigga, Daz, and Kurupt the KingpinBack on the smash, with heaters to reclaim the assChorus:(2x)(minor changes the 2nd time)We can't stop, can't rewind the timeOff of dollar bills nickles and dimesOn everythang homeboy that I'm down for mineUntil we get it we be out here on the grind[Kurupt]Yeah nigga, half a days gone byGanstafied, givin it just up livin my lifeIt's hard to surviveWithout grabbin 9, and pump five-fifty-fiveForty-five many Mack elevenGunshots non stop to funk popThen pop baby glocks(Homie you ridin or not?)Me and the homies are the first to bustAnd yall cowards dyin tryin to be like usGangsta[Daz]With three mouths to feed, it's the life I leadI guess I'd die in the life of greedMutha*****as 'round here die to bleedFor set, joints nigga, or half a keyI remember when I came up, niggas rang upSome Cripped up some niggas flamed upCrossed your name out, straged my name up(Quick to thow the gang up) What up?!I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rapOr I'll bless you with the gift of crapLike that, white, black, mexican, and japHomeboy do anything for a scrap[Kurupt]Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killaDPGC ***** yall niggasDeep inside we feel like ***** yall hoodHell naw ***** nigga it aint all to the goodChorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)We can't stop, can't rewind the timeOff of dollar bills nickles and dimesOn everythang homeboy that I'm down for mineUntil we get we it be out here on the grind[(Daz)Kurupt](We can't stop, can't rewind the time)Yeah that's what's wrong with yall niggas(Out of dolla bills nickles and dimes)(On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine, all the time, on the grind)Yeah homie, you gotta keep yo hustle onDon't let these ***** niggas move you of the blockThe gangstas is here foreva,Yeah, huh huh, yeahDat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the KingpinDaz Dillinger, Kurupt young Gotti'99 millenium 2000 like ***** a *****Put it on the catalogs homie, Classics' 'CRIP!!
