Stack Bundles - My Grind lyrics

[Verse 1] Ay yo, it ain't no need to talk Just know when I squeeze, you won't have no knees to walk I ain't never gon leave New York I'm the opposite of Weight Watchers -- I'm getting diesel off Move like I did time before Got bread for the Feds -- who said you can't rob the law? By all means, I'mma break the rules Got cops on payroll, snitches on interludes Move coke through inner tubes I don't trust no b**h, so they cook mines in the nude Make em strip like the Moulin Rouge Four-fifth in the clip make the back of your medulla ooze, n***a You's a fool, I use the tool Leave you in a blood pool the size of hula hoops So you better warn you crew stop playing with dude The four-fifth'll cut em short like Daisy Dukes [Hook] Y'all know who it is; if not, you better find out Be eager to die, show you what a nine 'bout Fifty rocks bust into dimes what my grind 'bout That's what my grind 'bout, that's what my grind 'bout [Verse 2] Compare me to smoking at the gas station I'm about to blow -- you get it? I'm about the blow Nah, dog, I ain't about to blow -- I been done that Way back in a suede black Alfred Dunn hat Your mouth, you run that, I gotta sit you down Let a few rounds down where your lunch at Clowns trying to come back Dog, you ain't Mike Even that dude can't get right I'm not that dude, get that right Stack clap two, ransack back room, get that white Fiends wonder how I get that white Cause I whips that right Baking rain or gain or tool in each hand Background, clap down you and your man n***a calling me Yosemite Sam Two semis in hands Mac spit, backflip, have you send me a fam Understand, I'm the boy, yeah, great Bringing the rock back like we balling yay [Hook] [Verse 3] Y'all know who it is; if not, you better find out Be eager to die, show you what a nine 'bout Fifty rocks bust into dimes what my grind 'bout Players trying to pause the game, need time out Last quarter, got more head than tails In the street, been in more blaze battles with shells I don't need a team of Ghostbusters All I need is a mean exhaust pipe on a muffler Did I mention I started the rap tension? Ain't no love, so bulletproof your henchmen Gucci rain suit for the j**els that I'm drenched in Fifth got a slick kick back like it's flinching Slide the clip in, start to spitting And I shoot clumsy -- bystanders be thinking I'm tripping Used to ball in Chicag-izzy like Pippen Wrists every bit of plat is, you know, given Watch look like it's holding its breath Won't be able to hold on when the bullets rip through your flesh Motherf**er!