Lloyd Banks, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - 1, 2, 3 Grind lyrics

Wordplay in the worst way
Earthquake, niggas is shook
Ash in my purp tray
20′s on Benz day, Lincoln on Thursday
Highday, full fever leaving off the driveway
Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree
Cooler than a cooler, armed like a padre
Ya baby momma dream about the God
I let her hit the button
Fingers startin up the car
Style when I sleep
Slicker when I hit the street
Greens pillin' up
Body builder when I lift the beat
My weed sour my bitches sweet
Marine style but my shit discrete
Watch me make the flip repeat
I don't trick or treat, but so halloween
Michael myers with the fire trip holla scream
I gotta lotta cream, and a solid team
It's like I'm playin solitare
I don't see a challenge here, yeaaah

Money movin on the dime ready 1…2…3 grind
Niggas better give me mine
About my funds, top down ready for the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma get 'em every time
Ready 1…2…3…grind!

You know there's rules that you following
And tools get the hollow point
Poppin' at these fools
These dudes get their narrow ass deceased
I terminate, unleash the purly gate
Put that work in than I spin like a 38
All around the world
Back around the world twice
Fucking with the internash infamous paradigm
Catch your bitch on the line at the concert
I'm gonna take advantage of
This opportunity time
I'm the worst of the worst, vultures
Come on slime, you ain't never in your life
Never life like mine
This is grand theft audio
You just a petty crime
In my parade of hit's
Get confetti on my shine
You soft like spaghetti
I'm harder than a whale dick
Clap a nigga real quick
Falling outta line like
1 2 3 they will be dropping like Dominoes
Vamonos i show you how to die
It's career suicide must be
On that crack high coming at me diagonally
The fuck you on your mind fuck
Be on you niggas brains
It seems you wish death yo blow
These niggas playin' games ready for flesh

Money movin on the dime ready 1…2…3 grind
Niggas better give me mine
About my funds, top down ready for the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma get 'em every time
Ready 1…2…3…grind!

Big chain photo
Still beaming when you see me
HFM in 3D, hood beemer bump my CD
I'mma a creep, do some foul shit every week
Fuck my shawty sister
Left her lipstick all in my sheets
Stay low I'm on that numb shit
Hit and bounce shit
I'm looking for a minaj they
Looking for a sponsor
Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track
All 4 of my pockets fat
Like New York city rat
Brighter than my jewelery I'm in
Line with the stars i'm from Mars
I'm bad stacking Domino broads
Living large, you gon need 500 bars
When we drive
Make bouji bitches climb in the cars
Wheels spin the street off
Porsche peel with the feet off
The haters still hating it ain't hard
To tell that he lost
In need of defrost, brick whole this shit old
Play with me get hospitaled or wife widowed

Money movin on the dime ready 1…2…3 grind
Niggas better give me mine
About my funds, top down ready for the shine
Gettin to it so inline
I'm influenced by the gold
I do it if I tried
I'mma get 'em every time
Ready 1…2…3…grind!