Get Your Grind On lyrics

But I would've loved to hear

A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo

That shit would've been incredible

[Big Pun talking]

Aye, you know what I'm saying, it was just happen

We have our day, you know?

I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?

We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Uh, I drink filthy

My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican rum and whiskey

Huh, what a set up

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off

Uh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off

Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land

Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies

Look, man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up

Moms crotched up over the casket, screaming "Bastard!"

Crying, know my friends is lying

Y'all know who killed 'em, filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers

Or they Desert, dying ain't the shit but it's pleasant

Kinda quiet, watch my niggers bring the riot

Giving cats the opposite of diets

You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me

Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)

Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter

If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like

Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest

Silencers so you can't hear it

Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me

I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still

[Chorus: Freeway]

Nigga still gotta get his grind on

Come get introduced to my home

I grew up in the crime zone

Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap

You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly

Now get your grind on

Come get introduced to my home

A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up getting more stressed

More money, more drama you know a nigga keep his armor

'Cause the streets are killing

Now get your grind on

Come get introduced to my home

[Verse 2: Big Punisher]

Yo, yo

The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed

My enemies hang with me till I eventually flip

I never reject an offer to battle

Slap a coffin on the saddle

And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio

Niggers talk but they babble 'cause they ain't saying nothing

If ain't blazing something with the MAC, I'm in the shack baking muffins

Fake the funk and get your rump roast

One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close

Pun spoke, ain't no more debating; my Squad been waiting

For the perfect time to give you what you all been waiting

An orgi-nation of veterans built

With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills

Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills

My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles

We blessed with the will to never surrender

'Cause my every agenda's in and out

Unseen like I entered the ninja, it's my world

[Chorus: Freeway]

Nigga still gotta get his grind on

Come get introduced to my home

I grew up in the crime zone

Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap

You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly

Now get your grind on

Come get introduced to my home

A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up getting more stressed

More money, more drama you know a nigga keep his armor

'Cause the streets are killing

Now get your grind on

[Verse 3: Fat Joe]

I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun

Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggers run

Crack pull up, everybody clear out

Anybody pumping that rock is getting aired out

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack

Your mommy got a body but she itching to clap

And I know you pitching purple but we switching the packs

Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just giving the facts

On that I 9-5 swerving to a town near you

My niggers watch out for that Black Suburbans

And no, it's not the Feds, man, papi's home

And papi got it good, he could put you on

Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot

Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops

Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops

Just to see my niggers eat and shit and hugging the blocks

Crack a chastise 'em, right besides 'em

In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em

We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up

And niggers get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a...

Fuck, little niggers on bike and just shoot you

All for a pair of some Nikes, the shit's brutal

I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack

Then they call the shit the bomb smack

Word to Crack, the God body, the hard body, the realest ever

The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never

[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]

This goes out to cats (stupid), fingers in they ass again

Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreaming

Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and

Be Mor-gan than Freeman

I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces

Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip

I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas

Niggers can't bang with us, try to do me

My crew be unruly (what)

Some old school cats that call gats toolies

Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies

And fuck without rubbers (what), specialize

In killing wives and grandmothers, who ya trusting, shit

When Frank start busting, Frank start something

Killing ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley

Me and Sean Combs taking broads home

On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks

'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit...

• Artist:The Notorious B.I.G.
• Album:Duets: The Final Chapter (2005)