P.O.D., Sick Jacken, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - On the Grind lyrics
[P.O.D., Sick Jacken, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - On the Grind lyrics]
Psycho Realm, POD, Boo-Yaa Tribe what? What?
My soul is payable on death
The flow I'm layin here is deaf
Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck
I'm a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco
Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo
Gas mask with the gangsta strollo
Got a piece that will match the
Chrome D's on my low-low total chaos
You think that I'm a rapper your way off
I'm a killer that be murderin these tracks
So stay off serial rhymin
Convicted of driving and beat the hymen
And breaking the hymen on ears that never
Heard of the line that I'm in
The danger zone is common
City blocks got the demons mobbin
I'm a con-artist, starvin, strong armin
Jason's guitarin
Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin
Bring the streets to the booth
It's my therapy from mental scarring
From the hell when I dwelled
In an LA projects
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
My soul's payable on death
Home grown out the west
My words be leapin from the grill
Leaving you holding your breathe
So who want next, and who gonna test?
Come get this lyrics beating
I'm out the frame like graffiti
It's so misleading, but I make it look easy
And everybody out the box trying
To cop my steezy so my crew roll through
You know quite is kept
But my level is next, so bet it all on dread
I break bread with hustlers
Conversate with kings
Conquer kingdoms with warriors and
Preach to the fiends
Partake communion with dealers
Love the least of these
Ask forgiveness from a priest and keep
My ears to the streets
Some of my people still
Fightin they own demons
And some of my people still
Shootin until it's even
Some kill you just because
And I'll leave it at that
But, I choose to use this mic
To push these platinum plaques
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
When it drizzle come the storm
And when you born
You see that rappers die where I come from
You thankin gangsta, thank the game
West full circle and it finally came
From the waters runnin how the west was won
How them candles flamin for my
Brothers to find home
Broken halos and clipped wings
Though we birthed of the west coast
We'll talk in them real things
Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry?
Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride?
We gangsta pimpin but we had to
You ever touch my sister, got you!
I'm keepin it gangsta cause
Keepin it's worth keepin
And paid for being processed
With sleeping worth leaking
The streets ball callin me out of control
I'd rather be sending love before I let it go
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
I'll stay on the grind
I do this all the time for all it's worth
I keep on searching for my piece of mind
I'll stay on the grind
I do this all the time for all it's worth
I keep on searching for my piece of mind
I'll stay on the grind
I do this all the time for all it's worth
I keep on searching for my piece of mind
My soul is payable on death
The flow I'm layin here is deaf
Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck
I'm a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco
Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo
Gas mask with the gangsta strollo
Got a piece that will match the
Chrome D's on my low-low total chaos
You think that I'm a rapper your way off
I'm a killer that be murderin these tracks
So stay off serial rhymin
Convicted of driving and beat the hymen
And breaking the hymen on ears that never
Heard of the line that I'm in
The danger zone is common
City blocks got the demons mobbin
I'm a con-artist, starvin, strong armin
Jason's guitarin
Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin
Bring the streets to the booth
It's my therapy from mental scarring
From the hell when I dwelled
In an LA projects
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
My soul's payable on death
Home grown out the west
My words be leapin from the grill
Leaving you holding your breathe
So who want next, and who gonna test?
Come get this lyrics beating
I'm out the frame like graffiti
It's so misleading, but I make it look easy
And everybody out the box trying
To cop my steezy so my crew roll through
You know quite is kept
But my level is next, so bet it all on dread
I break bread with hustlers
Conversate with kings
Conquer kingdoms with warriors and
Preach to the fiends
Partake communion with dealers
Love the least of these
Ask forgiveness from a priest and keep
My ears to the streets
Some of my people still
Fightin they own demons
And some of my people still
Shootin until it's even
Some kill you just because
And I'll leave it at that
But, I choose to use this mic
To push these platinum plaques
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
When it drizzle come the storm
And when you born
You see that rappers die where I come from
You thankin gangsta, thank the game
West full circle and it finally came
From the waters runnin how the west was won
How them candles flamin for my
Brothers to find home
Broken halos and clipped wings
Though we birthed of the west coast
We'll talk in them real things
Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry?
Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride?
We gangsta pimpin but we had to
You ever touch my sister, got you!
I'm keepin it gangsta cause
Keepin it's worth keepin
And paid for being processed
With sleeping worth leaking
The streets ball callin me out of control
I'd rather be sending love before I let it go
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
Ever since the day the streets be callin
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
All I know is how to hustle man
So I'll stay on it
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
Down on my face there's someone trying
Trying to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying
I'll stay on the grind
I do this all the time for all it's worth
I keep on searching for my piece of mind
I'll stay on the grind
I do this all the time for all it's worth
I keep on searching for my piece of mind
I'll stay on the grind
I do this all the time for all it's worth
I keep on searching for my piece of mind