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Griselda is a feminine given name from Germanic sources that is now used in English, Italian, and Spanish as well. According to the 1990 United States Census, the name was 1066th in popularity among females in the United States. It has been suggested that the name originated from Old English "gris hild", meaning "dark battle". The name likely specifically stems from the Proto-Germanic language elements *grīsaz, meaning both "grey" and "fearsome, terrible", and *haliþaz, meaning "warrior, hero", or alternately *hildiz, meaning "battle" (compare modern German grau and Held).The name can also be spelled "Griselde", "Grisselda", "Grieselda", "Grizelda", "Gricelda", and "Criselda". Common nicknames include, "Zelda", "Selda", "Grissy", "Gris", "Grisel", or "Grizel… more »


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Ah, Butcher comin', nigga

They play sports, I race the Porsche through the streets with choppers (woo)
You know us, we like the Bucks on the Eastern Conference (Griselda)
I'm plugged on both coasts, from Long Beach to Yonkers (Long Beach to Yonkers)
So I'm somewhere in Brooklyn smokin' weed from Compton (ay)
Tell me it's lit, just pull up and sell me this shit
I bag a half in three-point-fives with no scale in this bitch
You know how I play it, I press a button, your helmet get hit (boom, boom, boom)
Ridin' through, magazine tall as a elf in the blick
Beef in the air, I smell fear, I can tell you was tense
Had to drop, but let you slide 'cause I could tell you was bitch (pussy)
I stayed in the suite for so long, I got mail at the Ritz
We bettin' on dice like the NFL on the strip
I run in the club, bump into plugs, I fell on a brick
Only Tom Brady get more rings than my telephone get
This for the Ps and my co-Ds, I'm a federal with'
My lawyer told me to breathe, them charges never gon' stick, let's go

Ayo, we was baggin', some big nigga came through clappin'
I ducked behind French, got the MAC and started (brr)
He just got home from doin' a stretch, nobody put him on
All he heard was West got the bricks, you gotta sneak up on him
Went and got the blow from Pete, you know, Pete from Utica
Did a stretch and came home and started shootin' up (ah)
But anyway they did five together up in Attica
How I'm gettin' rich and they broke? It ain't addin' up
Niggas started plottin' on me, they followed me from Jummah
I peeped the Nautica van, and, yo, I gotta lose 'em (skrrt)
Floatin' down Filmore, slid up in CP
One of us gotta go, it ain't gon' be me
Still got the ace still, hopped out
Shot Pete on June, his brains landed on Wakefield
Two weeks later, we was baggin'
The big nigga showed up, I hid behind the fridge and started clappin' (brr)
Hit the nigga twice in his shoulder, he bust back but missin'
Then I got good shots, seven bullets in the same shot (brr, brr, brr)
Now his dust missin', get the mop (ah)
Get the bleach

Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'
Got my name out the kitchen, yeah (we got our name out that kitchen, nigga)
Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'
Got our name out the kitchen, look (all facts)

Few thousand for the God crystals (hah)
I can make a call and get the raw shipment (send that in)
One shot, one kill when my dog clipped him
Scored on them niggas with one bullet, that's Rod Strickland (hahaha)
Four fifth-ed him, left him in the front seat of his car, twitchin'
I don't know what kind of raw you been sniffin' (f*ck you on, nigga?)
Think you fuckin' with me, my bars different
Rock the Dior with the KAWS stitchin', boy, listen (talk to 'em)
You see a spaceship when my garage doors liftin' (cap)
My broad a vixen, smokin' Billy's, cigar twistin' (smokin')
I got my shooter with me and my dog itchin'
He wanna empty out a clip at where your mom's livin' (stand it out, nigga)
Nigga, you ain't gettin' shot in your legs
It's a wig shot, double back, shot him again (boom, boom, boom)
All my lil' shooters keep a thirty popper on them (facts)
And nine times out of ten, it's a body on them (hah)
I know it's some f*ck niggas that I probably offend
But try to ride on me, your chances is probably thin
Bro, I gotta go in, one of my niggas got indicted
And the fiend overdosed, they put the body on him, yeah (that's fucked up)

Came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'
Got my name out the kitchen, yeah
Uh, came a long way from 'caine, we was dealin'
Got our name out the kitchen, yeah

A long way from 'caine, we was dealin'
Got our name out the - uh

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Written by: Alvin Worthy, Demond Price, Eliot Dubock, Jeremie Pennick, Thomas Paldino

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