Ghetto Mafia

Ghetto Mafia - On Da Grind lyrics

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 Hit licks  Florida Keys
 Old players  old cheese
 Smoke blunts  burn leaves
 Take fronts  gold trees

 Anytime  any grind
 Any gun  I don't care
 Won't snitch  when in doubt
 Top ?  blood's red

 Snap quick  trap quicker
 Tony Montana  hot Atlanta
 Fuck Santa  fuck jail
 Fuck a cop  fuck a bail!

 You're dead wrong  headstrong
 Dick long  got weight
 Crime rate  love/hate
 They killed Nate, fuck Nate

 Sto' Eddie, real steel
 Real grill, real shitty
 Georgia boys, Georgia girls
 Strap up, a real city

 See I ain't guilty, the game's filthy
 Ask Nino, judge booked a
 county time, 7th flo'
 For that, shot em both

 Trunk one, punk one
 Just me, straight hard
 Blackheart, lion-heart
 Get smart and rip your ass apart

 I'm in the, golden tank, no dank
 No drank, no bank
 Bad times, writtin rhymes
 Doin crimes, we on da grind

 ..

 Watch me, raise up
 Feet down, triggerman
 Spitterman, biggerman
 Mama's man, never ran

 Hit the fan, hard we
 White bwoy, (him) country
 Outdone, trigger happy
 Hair nappy, my grandpappy

 Hit the streets, on track
 Tree onions, freeze up!
 Re-up, my trap
 My grip, hollow tips!

 The projects, still kills
 Hard times, bad crimes
 Got mines, hoes ridin
 I'm lyin, fiends buyin

 I ain't sleepin, pockets leakin
 Hoes freakin, I'm smokin
 Grippin oak in, Shaboken
 Sun soakin, gun pokin

 Break cool, full gat
 Bulletman, you all die
 Gangstafied, gangsta ties
 Crossed the T's, dottin I's

 Foldin G's, one point five
 Plushed out, hooped out
 No doubt, big clout
 Wrong route, knocked out

 Foe who? Memories
 Street thang, big 'caine
 Big game, big pain
 Insane, we on da grind nigga

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 (Wicked!!!)

 Hit licks, Florida Keys
 Old players, old cheese
 Smoke blunts, burn leaves
 Take fronts, gold trees

 Anytime, anywhere
 Any gun, I don't care
 Won't snitch, when in doubt
 Top ?, blood's red

 I snap quick, trapped quicker
 Tony Montana, hot Atlanta
 Fuck Santa, fuck jail
 Fuck cops, fuck bail!

 You're dead wrong, headstrong
 Dick long, got weight
 Crime rate, ? rate
 Love/hate, they killed Nate

 They sto' Eddie, real steel
 Real grill, real shitty
 Georgia boys, Georgia girls
 Strap up, a real city

 I'm not guilty, the game's filthy
 Ask Wicked, judge booked a
 county time, 7th flo'
 Fuck that, shot em both

 I jump one, punk one
 Just me, straight hard
 Blackheart, lion-heart
 Get smart and rip your ass apart

 Golden tank, no drink
 No drank, no dank
 Bad times, writtin rhymes
 Doin times, we on da grind nigga
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Language: English

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