G-Unit, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent - Stay On the Grind lyrics

G-g-g-g-gg-g-g-g-gg-g-g-g-g-g-unit!

You a half time hustla, im a full time hustla

Cuz I stay on the grind, i stay on the grind

While you chasin your dick
I'll be chasin them chips

Cuz I stay On the grind, I stay on the grind
Man, the D's on me
Cuz they caught me with a nine
And I, stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

Wife be beggin, for me to spend time

Cuz I, stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

All I do is sit and think of
Ways that I can come up
Catch you joukes and run up
And leave a nigga dun up
My pockets i'm hurtin homie
I ain't feelin this shit
Have yo mama screamin "BABY
Move! it's a hit!" i ain't Scarface
"No women no kids" I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch and that
Little nigga ta duck
With a P90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive
You gon feel what talons'll do to ya
I'm a hard headed nigga, I came up so hard
Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God
If them planes hit the projects
Nobody will care look around
They ain't nothin but black folks around here
When brothas become political
And start to manuever
They'll give you a hundred years man
They did it to Hoover
Ya, you can hate me or love me
When you see me bust shots
Or come and hug me, come show me she loves me

I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I ain't got time for love i'm tryna get mine
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got more than a little
And I'm always gon shine, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call when I'm busy
When you got spare time, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

I got cliental, I flip coke in a hurry
Darryl Strawberry even called me on the celly
And Whitney Houston, so my coke be movin
I got the china white from this Cuban
And my dope connects, a doofy African
He got Boo-koo bucks, he be traffican
I know feinds that'll rob a train
To feed their vein
Feinds that'll kill an addict
That support their habit
Feinds that'll pawn their jewels for dog food
So when I'm on the strip
You know I'm on the move
Fuck coppin a Bentley, wit low ass milage
I cop ten bricks and pay for a palace
Now theres coke in Atlanta, dope in Alabama
I'm, not a rapper, Tony Yayo's a scrambler
Remember back then
Is when I slinged on the corner
I had the sheep skin
My girl had the leather bomber

I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I ain't got time for love i'm tryna get mine
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got more than a little
And I'm always gon shine, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call when I'm busy
When you got spare time, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

Don't get caught robbin the pot
'cause your hand'll be tossed
And playin both sides'll getcha man buried
Boss i'ma flood the watch, and every cross
Nevermind the chorus, im in a Porsche
It's my turn to floss
Don't put me in a mix of your rap lies
Diss me, ill dip you in toilet water
So you can get baptized
I grew up with the peasants in the halls
Elevators is broke
Probably had asbestos in the walls
Now haters get reckless with the calls
'Cause I'm fuckin' their bitch and they
Buyin' breakfast in the morn
Not to mention, he dresses in the malls
New Prada footwear
X and O necklace with the bars
I don't care if you over 300 pounds
Don't seduce me
You'll get your big ass cut up like Bruce Lee
I won't stop til my squad eat we got tools
That'll spin your ass around
Like a 5 Heartbeat

I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5, and I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I ain't got time for love i'm tryna get mine
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got more than a little
And I'm always gon shine, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call when I'm busy
When you got spare time, cuz I
Stay on the grind, I stay on the grind