Mack 10 - Steady Grinding lyrics

(feat. Cash $ Millionaires) [Verse 1: Baby] Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six But I'm the bird man n***a, need to score some sh** I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders And bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood My Lil' b**h Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin Just bought a new six with bra-less kit Put me on the floor two nines in my hip The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship Got a crew of head busters that will split your sh** Got a old and young b**h that'll take that trick Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip Gave my n***a ???? car go break them bricks Go flood that magnoila cause I want that b**h KC take this Glock, make will of the spot Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked And they can s** a n***a dick cause the hustle dont stop [Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne] [Juve] You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real, and I play the field And I know when to deal, and I know when to k** [Wayne] And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer [Verse 2: Turk] Look n***a know that I got that work So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone So he could break in my housin I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round I'll be there pick me up from the port On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a Bag Half a gram for 100 This n***a just don't know I'm on top of my game Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine That I'ma get that n***a Turk So I got to bust his brains Cause if I let that n***a slide than he gon' try to do it again So I gotta handle that mind Get rid of the b**h quick Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt Jack who, take what, from who, not me Get a bullet in your head and leave that a** in the streets Hook [Verse 3: Mack 10] From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and sh** talkin' Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' Blood and Cripp walkin Mack One-0's the name n***a Hustlin' is my thang n***a CMR and West Side Who Bang is the game n***a Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' n***as check it I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks Known and loved by every hoochie, b**h, and project chick Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price And I been f**ed and s**ed by all my hoez at least twice I'm reppin k**ah Cali, but down with them south n***as U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth n***as Mack stay co*kin' low, and down to ride for the cause We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin n***a with my crop braided From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior A million dollar n***a, still ride in Chuck Taylor's The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night Mack is to much of a rider I could never be a s**er I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherf**er Hook