- Votes:
- Composers:
- Combs
- Sean / Wallace
- Christopher / Rios
- Christopher / Porter
- Lamont Juarez / Mc Daniels
- Darryl Matthews / Myrick
- Nashiem Sa-allah / Broady
- Carlos Daronde
 
- Tags:
- notorious big
 
- See also:
Notorious B.i.g. - Get Your Grind On lyrics
But I would've loved to hear
 A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
 That shit would've been incredible
Aye yaknahmsayin', 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 going from there
Uhh, I dream 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 Brookland
 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 niggaz 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
 Apoligies 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 projects, 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
Niggaz 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 orgination 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 tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vegetabillsNotorious B.i.g. - Get Your Grind On - http://motolyrics.com/notorious-big/get-your-grind-on-lyrics.html
 We blessed with the will to never surrender
 'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
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 projects, 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 niggaz 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 swirvin' to a town near you
 My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans
 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 niggaz eat and shit and huggin' the blocks
Crack a chestize 'em, right besides 'em
 In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
 We from the Bronx where the mayors lift up
 And niggaz get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a
Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you
 All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal
 I done seen fiends O.D., 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, fingers in they ass again
 Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'
 Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
 Be Morgan 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
 Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly to old school cats that call gats toolies
 Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
 And fuck without rubbers, 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









