The Notorious B.I.G., Freeway, Fat Joe, Big Pun - Get Your Grind On lyrics

But I would've loved to hear
A Big Pun and BIG collabo
That shit would've been incredible

Aye you know what I'm sayin'
It was just happen
We have our day, you know?
I seen him, I seen him, I
Seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
We keep it, keep it, keep it goin' from there

Uhh, I drink filthy
My moms and pops mixed me
With Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
Huh, what a set up
Shoulda pushed 'em dead off
Wipe the sweat off
Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off
Squeeze lead off benz sped off
Ain't no shook hands in Brook land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Moms crotched up over the casket
Screamin' "BASTARD!"
Cryin', know my friends is lyin'
Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em
With the lugars from they Rugers
Or they Desert
Dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant
Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of diets
You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie
Lazy eye i was high when they hit me
Took a few cats with me
Shit, I need the company (uh huh)
Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter
If it was up to me you would be with me
Sorta like
Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
Silencers so you can't hear it
Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
I went from ashy to nasty to classy
And still

Nigga still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home
I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own
You keep your strap
You keep your chrome 'cause
The streets is chilly now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the pro-jects
End up gettin' mo' stressed mo' money
Mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin'
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home

Yo, yo the penalty is death
Especially when I'm mentally stressed
My enemies hang with me
'til I eventually flip
I never reject an offer to battle
Slap a coffin on the saddle
And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
Niggas talk but they babble 'cause
They ain't sayin' nuttin'
If ain't blazin somethin' with the MAC
I'm in the shack bakin' muffins
Fake the funk and get your rump roast
One dose of the toast'll make you
Jump if you come close pun spoke
Ain't no more debatin' my Squad been waitin'
For the perfect time to give you
What you all been waitin'
An orgi nation of veterans built
With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas
And the rest of the bills
Invest in the real
Don't get left in the hills
My TEC and my steel turn your
Whole crew into vega ta-bles
We blessed with the will to never surrender
'Cause my every agenda's in and out
Unseen like I entered the ninja
It's my world

Nigga still gotta get his grind on
Come get introduced to my home
I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own
You keep your strap
You keep your chrome 'cause
The streets is chilly now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
A nigga grew up in the pro-jects
End up gettin' mo' stressed mo' money
Mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
'Cause the streets are killin'
Now get your grind on

I got that new F-N
Call it that faggot nigga gun
Couple of hollow tips make
You faggot niggas run
Crack pull up, everybody clear out
Anybody pumpin' that rock is
Gettin' aired out
I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap
And I know you pitchin' purple
But we switchin' the packs
Listen, don't make me hurt you
I'm just givin' the facts
On that I 9-5 swervin' to a town near you
My niggas watch out for that Black Suburbans
And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home
And papi got it good, he could put you on
Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
Just to see my niggas eat and
Shit and huggin' the blocks
Crack a chastise 'em, right besides 'em
In front of a hundred million viewers
Shouldn't surprise 'em
We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
And niggas get shot in broad day
'cause we don't give a
Fuck, little niggas on bike
And just shoot you
All for a pair of some Nikes
The shit's brutal
I done seen fiends OD, shot the wrong pack
Then they call the shit the bomb smack
Word to Crack, the God body, the hard body
The realest ever
The John Gotti, this rap shit
Will it kill me? Never

This goes out to cats
(stupid) , fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'
Fuck around get wet like semen
Your whole team-and be Mor-gan than Freeman
I took the cream and
Moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly (what)
Some old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies
Think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers (what) , specialize
In killin' wives and grandmothers
Who ya trustin', shit
When Frank start bustin'
Frank start somethin'
Killin' ya gently, God meant me
To push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home
On the phone with the chip
With these Cristal chicks
'Bout to make our own porno flicks
My life's the shit