On da Grind

It's been a long time since you heard of us
The nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti, Kurupt
And now we back, with a little rhyme
Can't stop, can't quit, cause we on the grind
Yo, Gangstafied, back on the block
Straight up, D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T
Doin it like usual, y'knahmsayin?
We can't stop, we can't rewind the time
Can't think about the past
So look forward to life
And keep on the mission and on the grind for yours

We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Out for dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it, we be out here on the grind
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Out for these dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it, we be out here on the grind

I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
Little bitches 'round the way they know whassup
They wanna fuck, some try to smoke a nigga weed up
It ain't shit to flip a double up
And I love when I'm comin up
I got a thang for these suckers when they runnin up
Tellin all y'all fools y'all ain't one of us

Nigga, get a glimpse of a fact plus back
Blaze, movin through the hood with all the O.G.'s
That help me get paid homey, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it
Run through it and stampede the block like bitch
You on the wrong side to be servin yo' shit
Dat Nigga Daz, and Kurupt the Kingpin back on the smash
With heaters to reclaim the ave

We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Out for dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it, we be out here on the grind
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Out for these dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it, we be out here on the grind

Yeah nigga, half a day's gone by
Gangstafied, givin it up, just livin my life
It's hard to survive, without grabbin my nine
And pump five, fifty-five, forty-five, milli' mack eleven
Gunshots, non-stop the funk pop, then pop the baby Glocks
Homey you ridin or not?
Me and the homeys are the first to bust
And y'all cowards dyin tryin to be like us, gangsta

With three mouths to feed, this the life I lead
I guess I die in the life of greed
Motherfuckers 'round here die to bleed
For sets, joints, nigga or a half a ki'
I remember when I came up, niggas rang up
Some Cripped up, some niggas flamed up
Cross your name out, strike my name up
Quick to throw the gang up, whattup (yeah)
I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap
Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap
Like that, white, black, mexican or jap
Homeboy, do anything for a scrap

Mark up your hood like this, anybody killer
DPGC, fuck y'all niggas
Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood
Hell naw bitch nigga, it ain't all to the good

We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Out for dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it, we be out here on the grind
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Out for these dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it, we be out here on the grind

We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Yeah, that's what's wrong with y'all niggas
Out for these dollar bills, nickels and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
All the time, on the grind
Yeah homey, you gotta get your hustle on
Don't let these bitch niggas move you off the block
The gangstas is here forever
Yeah, huh, huh, yeah
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin
Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti
Uhh, '99 millennium 2000 like fuck a bitch
Put in the catalogs homey, classics