Get Your Grind On (feat. Big Pun, Fat Joe & Freeway)

Ut I would've loved to hear
 A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
 That shit would've been incredible
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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
 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