Lyrics:
hear you sound off
Like you got a pair!
Recruit's: SIR, YES SIR!
They forced my hand against the
Grain on rough land
Atoms fall when it rains
Memories
know my way around any borough and any town
I make a lot of ground and I'm hard to be found
I get down to the nitty gritty, wake up with something
Tell you how the city is
I came up on a gritty strip
I came up in a pissy lift
I came up in a nitty's crib
I came up then I flipped the script
Now
Coz i'm done with the lies
Be my ride or die
You're bony i'm clyde
But dont waste my time
Coz i got money on my mind
Are you really gonna ride
Coz i'm
raw down to the nitty-gritty
People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties
Buying new sneakers, "Yo, son! Where'd you get these?!"
[Mike G]
I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down
But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown
Sewer gutter blood runs through my system
Death stopped by
every chain so you can shackle in grace
Seeing smiles on your face, my joy fall into place
Chilling words when my pops preached it to the nitty gritty
yeah----
That hawk wit me, bol they getting gritty for penies is y'all kidding, ugh
Talk to me, walk wit me, city by my side got the whole north wit me,
[?], it's go Philly
It's shorties in the front row flashin' both titties
The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty
That I could make
Look how it left my city
Broken, grimy and gritty
Times as hard as Rum Nitty
Somewhere shiny and spiffy
Gucci, Prada and Fendi
In the drive thru
brothers who was gunned down
By some psycho with imaginary fears
When you get down to the real nitty-gritty
You're on a subway in New York City
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh
Make noise b-boys
I'm the nitty, nasty, gritty smashing, never slow gassing
Strictly swift blast of the raspy-rasp
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
on people now
I like the sound of funky music
My mind is singing
Everybody sing it sing it
I like it
'Cause funky music sho nuff turn me
a second
Better mind how you walk through
Making it out alive is something to hope to
On my life there's wonder and terror and beauty and danger
rise
No fine dine
I'm nitty gritty till my time dies
I'm witty for the titty bitch you so fine
You want this diddy that's a no biggie but first thigh
strip
So I gotta mind the piggies
Could be dressing up as nit's
So I gotta mind the nitties
Miss my nigga so much
He was always riding with me
Even when
Yea, baby yea
You got me going crazy for ya
And I really want to
Yea, baby yea
You got me going crazy
My mind is hazy
Yea, baby yea
You got me
care of my family (Yeah, yeah)
Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome
Ain't want you
around my neck
That shit tight just like a nuise
And I think it left a bruise
Never mind
False alarm
But he did get my initials tatted right there on his
I been losin my mind i been wastin my time
From tha city where its gritty we surrounded by crime
I been uppin my grind i been worryin bout mine
I
from the city where shit get nitty and gritty but we
Still be blooming out I feel a little bummy
My tummy be juggling bumble bees
Whenever she's around
Rollin' through my city
The nitty gritty
I'm feeling litty
Got a little shorty
She fucking with me she pop a tiddy
Walking in my hood is like death row
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