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kurupt - on da grind lyrics

[daz]
it’s been a long time since you’ve heard from us
dat n-gg- daz dillinger, young gotti kurupt
and now we back wit a little rhyme
we can’t stop, can’t quit, ’cause we on da grind

[daz (kurupt)]
yo! (gangstafied back on the block)
straight up
d-a-z, k-u-r-u-p-t
doin’ it like usual, you know what i’m sayin’?
you can’t stop
you can’t rewind the time
you can’t think about the past
so look forward to life
and keep on the missionin’ on the grind fo’ yours

[hook – 2x: daz]
we can’t stop, can’t rewind the time
off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
on everything homeboy that i’m down for mine
until we get we it be out here on de grind

[daz]
i wake up with the birds, early as f-ck
stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
lil’ b-tches around the way they know what’s up
they wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a n-gg- weed up
it aint sh-t to flip a double up
and i love when i’m comin’ up
i got thangs for these suckas when they runnin’ up
tellin’ all yall fools yall aint one of us… n-gg-

[kurupt (daz)]
get a glimpse of a fact – plus that, blaze
move into the hood with all the o.g’s
that help me get paid homie, we a unit
doin it how a gangsta do it
run through it
and stampede the block like b-tch
your on the wrong side to be servin your sh-t (yeah)
jack n-gg-, daz and kurupt the kingpin
back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the -ss

[hook – 2x]

[kurupt (daz)]
yeah n-gg-, half a day gone by
ganstafied, givin’ it just livin’ my life
it’s hard to survive
without grabbin’ my 9, and pump 5-50-5
45, milli mack eleven
gunshots non stop to funk pop
then pop baby glocks (homie you ridin or not?)
me and the homies are the first to bust
and y’all cowards dyin’ tryna be like us
gangsta

[daz (kurupt)]
with three mouths to feed, it’s the life i lead
i guess i’d die in the life of greed
mothaf-ckas ’round here die to bleed
for set, joints n-gg- or half a key
i remember when i came up
n-gg-s ranged up, some crip’d up
some n-gg-s flamed up
crossed your name out, stragg’d my name up (quick to thow the gang up)
what up?! (yeah!)
i guess i’m blessed with the gift of rap
or i’ll bless you with the gift of cr-p
like that, white and black, mexican and j-p
homeboy do anything fo’ a scr-p

[kurupt]
mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
dpgc f-ck y’all n-gg-s
deep inside we feel like f-ck y’all hood
h-ll nah b-tch n-gg- it ain’t all to the good

[hook – 3x]

[kurupt – over the 3rd hook]
yeah that’s what’s wrong with y’all n-gg-s
yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on
don’t let these b-tch n-gg-s move you of the block
the gangstas is here fo’eva,
yeah, huh, huh, yeah
dat n-gg- daz, kurupt the kingpin
daz dillinger, kurupt young gotti
huh, ’99 millenium 2000
like f-ck a b-tch!
put it on the catalogs homie
cl-ssics

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