Lyrics:
Boy, you forcing me to have to pull out the belt
A yo (What up G), bring the funk dude (Bring it). Man, we make it do what it do (Do what it do)
Son, I
"We got news for ya" --> scratched by DJ Premier
Chorus: Guru and Hannibal
[Guru] While they devise our demise, we grow wise
[Hann] Upset the set
a grand
And leave out with two hundred just to get our brains rammed
The freaky spitter with the chinky eyes
The Green-Eyed Bandit programmed for me
(with me with me)
Niggas swing back don't (hit me hit me)
I can freak freak the funk the funk funk
And hit skins all night if I wanna when I'm drunk
with the lights off
it's like a cyclops with one closed eye
you can tell me that you're winking, but the grin won't lie
and no mouth supplies, what
Life is sure grand
Don't let it out
Kept under wraps
No trail remains
Dispose of scraps
Chase the widow
Chase the joy gap
Chase the danger
Chase
at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
(Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride
or opposite reaction
I can't sit by and let them siphon off my mind
I'm buying truth but they're still selling you a lie
This is Grand Larceny, it isn't
Boom, every hit don't lie
Pitch you a fit when your shit don't fly
Eat you alive, got that punk,
Spit this fire to the Bizkit funk
Uno, dos, trace in
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
Inscribed your round rock in small talk
Not half-read by passersby
Wish I could drift away but you
Lie and lie
Oh no
What's known?
Not me
You think you're
feeling tight it loosens
Up yo stiff neck tied by the noose and
All the wickedness your doing
I don't judge you but my God does
I just came to be
When it get tough
They won't stay by your side
I can't fake the funk
No I can't even lie
Want my hundreds
Color blue like the sky
You won't know who
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
changed your job?'
He said 'Now I don't feel anything at all'
As we moved off I looked down on the Myre of Despair
From a bridge that passed a thousand
to the days end
Ridin' all these rhythms 'til the trails end.
And if I'm money boy I'm talkin' beaucoup
But don't try to be me, just do you
I mean you had
I'm the product of the age of narcotics
That means I'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustling for
see the weapons
But I be DC reppin, Grand Hustle the muscle
No me don't love these girls
I just love when I fuck em
I just ah, no me don't love these
for these racist wars
A lie's fed by these TV whores
I know it's more to news fake the truth
We break through won't lose we move with Public Enemy
hands up high
put em in the air for these stand-up guys
We just trying to never let the chance go by
And it won't cause it's obvious the fans don't lie
Survive by the ounce all in the mix
Just as deep as it gets, ??? no counterfeits
Strictly bout my six, but don't ever doubt it
My niggaz is bout it
and signed up
With a drum teacher
That came to my house
And this guy
Chris
He taught me
How to play funk beats
Bossa nova
Reggaeton
Ghost notes
With the snare
or die
Yup ride or die, you can ride on by
Or the railroads where you're gonna lie
Hogtied and I got the quickest draw to
Keep you all in line
No rush for
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