Still Grimey
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⏱️ 4:16 duration
🆔 ID: 2298035
📜 Lyrics
Smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next
I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the
Jets
Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimey (grimey, grimey)
Still slimey (slimey, slimey)
Don't try me (try me, try me)
It's been ten long years, you can't untie me
Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour
Niggas like Ruck 'Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you're hot, the next, yo Where's Rock?
None of your biz, fuck around, and run in your crib
Wife like 'He ain't here', throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me, til the tre' pound click
Talking 'bout 'Ruck, let's battle' on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like; nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets
Call me gay basher, for fucking up these faggots
Ya'll niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side
Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride
Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving
Ya'll niggas ain't think about rapping, til you hear me rhyming, oh
I keeps it real in the field, Navy feel on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels
Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills
Mad cuz your ho, feeling P. Sunzini, give you
As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party
We don't cause trouble, but we can make you a body
Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party
I don't cause trouble, but I will make you a body
Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two with my ninjas beside me
Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi
Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti
Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti, Shotti
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck
My reflections... (still grimey)
Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney
I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny
I'm grams, you can find me
The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak
This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
Better have they face in the game,
Like the Blue Man Group
I heard you smell me, I make it funky
Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys
My oatmeal lumpy like Johnson's Bumpy, Harlem humpty
Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present
Know why the hood feel me, like police presence
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next
I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the
Jets
Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimey (grimey, grimey)
Still slimey (slimey, slimey)
Don't try me (try me, try me)
It's been ten long years, you can't untie me
Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour
Niggas like Ruck 'Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you're hot, the next, yo Where's Rock?
None of your biz, fuck around, and run in your crib
Wife like 'He ain't here', throw some to your wiz
Niggas running up on me, til the tre' pound click
Talking 'bout 'Ruck, let's battle' on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like; nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets
Call me gay basher, for fucking up these faggots
Ya'll niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side
Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride
Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving
Ya'll niggas ain't think about rapping, til you hear me rhyming, oh
I keeps it real in the field, Navy feel on the drill
Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels
Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed
Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills
Mad cuz your ho, feeling P. Sunzini, give you
As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party
We don't cause trouble, but we can make you a body
Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party
I don't cause trouble, but I will make you a body
Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two with my ninjas beside me
Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi
Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti
Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti, Shotti
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck
My reflections... (still grimey)
Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney
I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny
I'm grams, you can find me
The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak
This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
Better have they face in the game,
Like the Blue Man Group
I heard you smell me, I make it funky
Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys
My oatmeal lumpy like Johnson's Bumpy, Harlem humpty
Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present
Know why the hood feel me, like police presence
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.82] Smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
[00:15.02] No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
[00:17.57] Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next
[00:20.36] I crack a raw egg and flex
[00:23.34] I cave in your chest, this one came from the
[00:25.86] Jets
[00:26.41] Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour
[00:29.06] The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war
[00:31.88] For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
[00:36.26] Still grimey (grimey, grimey)
[00:37.85] Still slimey (slimey, slimey)
[00:41.83] Don't try me (try me, try me)
[00:43.94] It's been ten long years, you can't untie me
[00:46.50] Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour
[00:49.88] Niggas like Ruck 'Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?
[00:52.94] Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
[00:55.59] One minute you're hot, the next, yo Where's Rock?
[00:58.63] None of your biz, fuck around, and run in your crib
[01:01.18] Wife like 'He ain't here', throw some to your wiz
[01:04.02] Niggas running up on me, til the tre' pound click
[01:06.96] Talking 'bout 'Ruck, let's battle' on some 8 Mile shit
[01:09.95] I'm like; nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit
[01:13.06] It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets
[01:15.92] Call me gay basher, for fucking up these faggots
[01:18.85] Ya'll niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
[01:21.73] Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side
[01:24.32] Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride
[01:27.64] Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving
[01:30.80] Ya'll niggas ain't think about rapping, til you hear me rhyming, oh
[01:45.40] I keeps it real in the field, Navy feel on the drill
[01:47.91] Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
[01:50.92] Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels
[01:54.03] Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills
[01:57.19] Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
[01:59.98] Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed
[02:03.07] Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
[02:05.75] For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills
[02:08.90] Mad cuz your ho, feeling P. Sunzini, give you
[02:12.03] As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
[02:15.24] Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party
[02:17.36] We don't cause trouble, but we can make you a body
[02:20.99] Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party
[02:23.28] I don't cause trouble, but I will make you a body
[02:26.70] Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two with my ninjas beside me
[02:30.39] Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
[02:32.66] With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
[02:35.54] Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi
[02:38.39] Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti
[02:41.49] Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti, Shotti
[02:55.93] On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
[02:58.00] Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck
[03:01.26] My reflections... (still grimey)
[03:03.99] Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
[03:06.67] I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney
[03:09.99] I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny
[03:12.94] I'm grams, you can find me
[03:15.60] The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak
[03:18.71] This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
[03:21.79] Better have they face in the game,
[03:23.11] Like the Blue Man Group
[03:25.22] I heard you smell me, I make it funky
[03:27.30] Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys
[03:30.63] My oatmeal lumpy like Johnson's Bumpy, Harlem humpty
[03:33.45] Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
[03:35.60] Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present
[03:39.22] Know why the hood feel me, like police presence
[03:47.92]
[00:15.02] No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
[00:17.57] Guess whose back, the jack of all trades is next
[00:20.36] I crack a raw egg and flex
[00:23.34] I cave in your chest, this one came from the
[00:25.86] Jets
[00:26.41] Yeah, the cause and effect, make innocent blood pour
[00:29.06] The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug of war
[00:31.88] For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
[00:36.26] Still grimey (grimey, grimey)
[00:37.85] Still slimey (slimey, slimey)
[00:41.83] Don't try me (try me, try me)
[00:43.94] It's been ten long years, you can't untie me
[00:46.50] Bring fire and Ruck let the heat pour
[00:49.88] Niggas like Ruck 'Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?
[00:52.94] Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
[00:55.59] One minute you're hot, the next, yo Where's Rock?
[00:58.63] None of your biz, fuck around, and run in your crib
[01:01.18] Wife like 'He ain't here', throw some to your wiz
[01:04.02] Niggas running up on me, til the tre' pound click
[01:06.96] Talking 'bout 'Ruck, let's battle' on some 8 Mile shit
[01:09.95] I'm like; nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit
[01:13.06] It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting these ratchets
[01:15.92] Call me gay basher, for fucking up these faggots
[01:18.85] Ya'll niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
[01:21.73] Yo, pass the dutch, on the left hand side
[01:24.32] Sean gone til November, stole Wyclef's ride
[01:27.64] Bob Backlund, car jacking, New Jersey driving
[01:30.80] Ya'll niggas ain't think about rapping, til you hear me rhyming, oh
[01:45.40] I keeps it real in the field, Navy feel on the drill
[01:47.91] Never stingy with my bills, plenty gravy I spilled
[01:50.92] Recorded in the history of rap, two inch reels
[01:54.03] Seven to ten mills, eleven to twenty hills
[01:57.19] Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
[01:59.98] Unnecessary blood spilt, another thug killed
[02:03.07] Move with the mass appeal, the blast still
[02:05.75] For the Cash Money Click, No Limits and no thrills
[02:08.90] Mad cuz your ho, feeling P. Sunzini, give you
[02:12.03] As sweet as a kiwi, face it, you not me, nigga
[02:15.24] Ladi dadi, the Gods like to party
[02:17.36] We don't cause trouble, but we can make you a body
[02:20.99] Ladi dadi, the Sunn likes to party
[02:23.28] I don't cause trouble, but I will make you a body
[02:26.70] Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two with my ninjas beside me
[02:30.39] Lively, floating on some Ducatti's
[02:32.66] With two gellati's, two hotties, we never sloppy
[02:35.54] Jewelry rocky, Spanish pieces, they call me papi
[02:38.39] Clear fire Bacardi, sobered up like Gotti
[02:41.49] Rest in peace to my dog, Shotti, Shotti
[02:55.93] On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
[02:58.00] Standing by my building looking at myself in the truck
[03:01.26] My reflections... (still grimey)
[03:03.99] Oscar the Grouch's worms (still slimey)
[03:06.67] I got a jones for Miss Piggy's ham hiney
[03:09.99] I can be a bum in the slums, and slam shiny
[03:12.94] I'm grams, you can find me
[03:15.60] The boss of the burners, I fire shots if your nine speak
[03:18.71] This is true Manchu, and who you, fams too?
[03:21.79] Better have they face in the game,
[03:23.11] Like the Blue Man Group
[03:25.22] I heard you smell me, I make it funky
[03:27.30] Rock hard and kick ass like, I hate you donkeys
[03:30.63] My oatmeal lumpy like Johnson's Bumpy, Harlem humpty
[03:33.45] Hungry wolves, pain's hummer, harbor hungry
[03:35.60] Dumpty, blazing trees, now leave an O.E. present
[03:39.22] Know why the hood feel me, like police presence
[03:47.92]