Ghetto Mafia - On Da Grind lyrics

Nine-eight (2X) Ahhh 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 f** Santa, f** jail f** a cop, f** a bail! You're dead wrong, headstrong Dick long, got weight Crime rate, love/hate They k**ed Nate, f** Nate Sto' Eddie, real steel Real grill, real sh**ty 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 a** 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 k**s 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 n***a .. (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 f** Santa, f** jail f** cops, f** bail! You're dead wrong, headstrong Dick long, got weight Crime rate, ? rate Love/hate, they k**ed Nate They sto' Eddie, real steel Real grill, real sh**ty 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' f** that, shot em both I jump one, punk one Just me, straight hard Blackheart, lion-heart Get smart and rip your a** apart Golden tank, no drink No drank, no dank Bad times, writtin rhymes Doin times, we on da grind n***a