On Da Grind Lyrics by Kurupt

On Da Grind Lyrics

    [Daz]
    It's been a long time since you've heard from us
    Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt
    And now we back wit a little rhyme
    We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind

    [Daz (Kurupt)]
    Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block)
    Straight up
    D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T
    Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'?
    You can't stop
    You can't rewind the time
    You can't think about the past
    So look forward to life
    And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours

    [Hook - 2x: Daz]
    We can't stop, can't rewind the time
    Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
    On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine
    Until we get we it be out here on de grind

    [Daz]
    I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
    Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
    Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up
    They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up
    It aint shit to flip a double up
    And I love when I'm comin' up
    I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up
    Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga

    [Kurupt (Daz)]
    Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze
    Move into the hood with all the O.G's
    That help me get paid homie, we a unit
    Doin it how a gangsta do it
    Run through it
    And stampede the block like bitch
    Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah)
    Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin
    Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Kurupt (Daz)]
    Yeah nigga, half a day gone by
    Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life
    It's hard to survive
    Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5
    45, Milli Mack eleven
    Gunshots non stop to funk pop
    Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?)
    Me and the homies are the first to bust
    And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us
    Gangsta

    [Daz (Kurupt)]
    With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead
    I guess I'd die in the life of greed
    Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed
    For set, joints nigga or half a key
    I remember when I came up
    Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up
    Some niggas flamed up
    Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up)
    What up?! (Yeah!)
    I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap
    Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap
    Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap
    Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap

    [Kurupt]
    Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
    DPGC fuck y'all niggas
    Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood
    Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good

    [Hook - 3x]

    [Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook]
    Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas
    Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on
    Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block
    The gangstas is here fo'eva,
    Yeah, huh, huh, yeah
    Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin
    Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti
    Huh, '99 millenium 2000
    Like fuck a bitch!
    Put it on the catalogs homie
    Classics

SEARCH LYRICS