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feat joe buddens and paul cain fabolous - grinding remix (feat joe buddens and paul cain) - fabolous lyrics

fabolous:

yo, i’ma mothaf-ckin ghetto superstar n-gg-…

right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
you gon’ die in the hospital
i’m the guy that’s responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
mitchel and ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon’ die like the mobsters
do/ actin like gangstas and like denzel y’all should get oscars too/ calm
the guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ street family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and osgood shoes/ that’s not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i’m
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prost-tute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that’s why i hear lots of ooohs
they ain’t never seen a ghetto superstar like me
uh, i’ll show you how to do this young’n/ i ain’t frontin/ these jordans
ain’t comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
comin n-gg-

paul cain:
yo, a hustle’s a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 rang rover n-gg- either
yellow or metal
m-ffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i’ma stop ya blood flow if you try
to stop my sh-t movement/ i’ll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
for the cross or my thick cuban
in a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
on an ounce
all it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
game in order to pitch
f-ggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
put it back wit the read up
that’s grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
dog you not familiar/ step to me i’ma pop and kill ya

joe buddens:
it’s joe buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
jump off i was oxes supplier
y’all p-ssin the roach/ ask fat joe/ i’m part time kaiser sotee’s actin coach
no a days dog i don’t hear rappers/ f-ck bars we can all get the 4s out
and play fear factor
move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics sh-t,
it’s nothin
lettin the game know ya man’s on the come up/ first week sound scan
i’m doin spider-man numbas, bet
cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like paul pierce i’ll benzino you
up
man ya crews decoys/ desert storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
bruce lee’s boys
get right wit me/ newest king in the league like mike bibby, i’ma show
you how to do this son
birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i’m in the strip club they
don’t pay mr. cheeks no mind/ uh, had ’em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
but they pigment’s off like the dallas front line
max payne never seen a car like it/ first n-gg- you to move weight
from a palm pilot

- feat joe buddens and paul cain fabolous lyrics

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