Rico Love, Paul Wall, Juelz Santana - On the Grind lyrics

Rico Love! Paul Wall, baby!
Santana! The Mil is in the building!
Dipset! Swishahouse, on the grind!
Pay attention, you might learn something!
Freeze me!

You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
You on the grind, you on the grind like that?
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!
You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
You on the grind, you on the grind like that?
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!

Copy, copy, over, over
Mayday, mayday, soldier, soldier!
Hustla, hustla, gangsta, gangsta
Whatever you supposed to, 'posed to be
Ay! Come holla at me!
I stay on top of a dame, that's right!
I stay on top of my change, that's right!
I stay on top of my game
I stay on top of my 'caine
Pots stay on top of the flame, that's right!
Listen, I ain't no action hero
Homie, I got to grind
I got to stack them zeroes!
Peter Piper pick peppers?
Well, I'll pick pistols up and squeeze those!
Now, you don't want to be
Smilin' without your teeth
Now, you don't want to get
Blasted about your sneaks
Now, you don't want to be
A casualty of the heat
A casualty of the beef
A casualty of the streets!

You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
You on the grind, you on the grind like that?
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!
You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
You on the grind, you on the grind like that?
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!

I'm a hustler and a G, it's in my family tree
I gotta get up and get out
'cause bein' broke ain't me!
I got the mind of a businessman
And heart of a lion
I'm addicted to big ballin'
So I stay on my grind!
I got the etiquette of a gangsta
And pizzazz of a player
I'm a ghetto politician
In the hood I'm a mayor
With the perception of a hawk
My mind is widescreen
Strategizin' for that money
Chasin' after that green
I got the heart of a hustler
You can see it in my eyes
In the streets it's hard to separate
The truth from these lies
So I rise above the water
And evade all sharks
I got my focus on my grind
I'm not concerned with these marks!
You see me breakin' bread and gettin' cake
Every dollar that I can make
I keep it trill and never fake
I stick in more to get in my take
And all haters are obsolete
Them suckas just ain't worth my time
It's one thing on Paul
Wall's mind, and, baby
That's me on the grind!

You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
You on the grind, you on the grind like that?
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!
You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
You on the grind, you on the grind like that?
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!

I'm like, damn
You see the type of nigga I am?
Before the cars and the rims
I was fuckin' with tints
Kick the hard shit without scuffin' my Timbs
Bucket over the lens
What's fuckin' with him?
And these cowards give a dap and a handshake
You don't even know I'm ten seconds
Out from slappin' your damn face!
Show you how the back of my hand tastes
The hood is like an IHOP
We be stackin' them pancakes
The flow don't go with a dance break
But, I can make the Tec
1-2-step over your landscape, pussy!
You should help me feed my mama
'Cause if she starvin'
I'mma have to hit you niggas with the drama
I call Paul Wall and Santana the Great
We cock back them hammers and
Bla-BLAM in your face
Then I fly back to my Atlanta estate
But, I'm straight from the Mil
Black cannon on my waist
Now that's grindin!

You on the grind, you on the grind like this?
(You on the grind
You on the grind like that?)
You on the grind, you on the grind like what?
Get on your grind like us
Do whatever it takes!