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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, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run

    Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
    Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's no where to hide nowhere 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 onsly
    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 buds
    Make sure he don't bud
    Or toss or throw away
    I don't hold the grub

    When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
    Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
    Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run
    Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
    Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

    Cancer sniff, hands just split
    Scoop me in the jag and dip
    Nag a bitch and flag a ship
    Over there like a bag of chips
    Whodini 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 street
    Told me "little nigga don't be like me"
    (Like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting 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 had protica my environment
    Workin 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, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
    Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
    Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's no where to hide nowhere 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
    Used to move it down
    Twelve hundred sixty two grams
    Heavy chevy runnin fuck it
    It's a bucket trap car
    Red dogs to my nigga
    Trying to trap a track star
    Hell naw we under rated
    Down'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 man older nickle plated fofo
    Strike like made cobras
    Car jot em come get em

    Cause his life over
    Tell 'em sheriff 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 an elephant man
    Blunts swollen, bloated like an elephant man
    Past getting high, smokin' for the hell of it man

    If you ain't grindtime
    You irrelevant man
    Not peel, not jones nario shit
    I'm sorry hoe
    Not zack not jack not bill collector a
    Fuck you very much
    Hope you have a bad day

    Grindtime
    (Chuckle)
    When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
    Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
    Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
    You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
    No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run
    Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
    Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

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