Текст песни Get Your Grind On - The Notorious B.I.G. , Fat Joe , Freeway , Big Pun
Ut
I
would've
loved
to
hear
A
Big
Pun
and
B.I.G.
collabo
That
shit
would've
been
incredible
Aye
yaknahmsayin,
it
was
just
happen
We
have
our
day,
you
know?
I
seen
him,
I
seen
him,
I
seen
him
at
the
pearly
gates,
yaknahmean?
We
keep
it,
keep
it,
keep
it
going
from
there
Uhh,
I
dream
filthy
My
moms
and
pops
mixed
me
with
Jamaican
Rum
and
Whiskey
Huh,
what
a
set
up
Shoulda
pushed
'em
dead
off,
wipe
the
sweat
off
Uhh,
cause
in
this
world
I'm
dead
off,
squeeze
lead
off
Benz
sped
off,
ain't
no
shook
hands
in
Brook-land
Army
fatigue
break
up
teams,
the
enemies
Look
man,
you
wanna
see
me
locked
up,
shot
up
Moms
crotched
up
over
the
casket,
screamin
BASTARD
Cryin,
know
my
friends
is
lyin
Y'all
know
who
killed
'em
filled
'em
with
the
lugars
from
they
Rugers
Or
they
Desert,
dyin
ain't
the
shit
but
it's
pleasant
Kinda
quiet,
watch
my
niggaz
bring
the
riot
Giving
cats
the
opposite
of
diets
You
gain
thirty
pounds
when
you
die
no
lie,
lazy
eye
I
was
high
when
they
hit
me,
took
a
few
cats
with
me
Shit,
I
need
the
company
(uh-huh)
Apoligies
in
order,
to
T'Yanna
my
daughter
If
it
was
up
to
me
you
would
be
with
me,
sorta
like
Daddy
Dearest,
my
vision
be
the
clearest
Silencers
so
you
can't
hear
it
Competition
still
fear
it,
shit
don't
ask
me
I
went
from
ashy
to
nasty
to
classy,
and
still
Nigga
still
gotta
get
his
grind
on
Come
get
introduced
to
my
home
I
grew
up
in
the
crime
zone
Soon
as
you
grown,
you
on
your
own,
you
keep
your
strap
You
keep
your
chrome
cause
the
streets
is
chilly
Now
get
your
grind
on
Come
get
introduced
to
my
home
A
nigga
grew
up
in
the
pro-jects,
end
up
gettin
mo'
stressed
Mo'
money,
mo'
drama
you
know
a
nigga
keep
his
armor
Cause
the
streets
are
killin
Now
get
your
grind
on
Come
get
introduced
to
my
home
Yo,
yo
The
penalty
is
death,
especially
when
I'm
mentally
stressed
My
enemies
hang
with
me
'til
I
eventually
flip
I
never
reject
an
offer
to
battle
Slap
a
coffin
on
the
saddle
And
rattle
like
a
wooden
horse
to
el
barrio
Niggaz
talk
but
they
babble
cause
they
ain't
sayin
nuttin
If
ain't
blazin
somethin
with
the
mac
I'm
in
the
shack
bakin
muffins
Fake
the
funk
and
get
your
rump
roast
One
dose
of
the
toast'll
make
you
jump
if
you
come
close
Pun
spoke,
ain't
no
more
debatin;
my
Squad
been
waitin
For
the
perfect
time
to
give
you
what
you
all
been
waitin
An
orgi-nation
of
veterans
built
With
genuine
skills
to
pay
the
heat,
gas,
and
the
rest
of
the
bills
Invest
in
the
real,
don't
get
left
in
the
hills
My
tech
and
my
steel
turn
your
whole
crew
into
vega-ta-bills
We
blessed
with
the
will
to
never
surrender
Cause
my
every
agenda's
in
and
out,
unseen
like
I
entered
the
ninja
It's
my
world
I
got
that
new
F-N,
call
it
that
faggot
nigga
gun
Couple
of
hollow
tips
make
you
faggot
niggaz
run
Crack
pull
up,
everybody
clear
out
Anybody
pumpin
that
rock
is
gettin
aired
out
I'm
in
that
caddy
with
my
bitch
in
the
pack
Your
mommy
got
a
body
but
she
itchin
to
clap
And
I
know
you
pitchin
purple
but
we
switchin
the
packs
Listen,
don't
make
me
hurt
you
I'm
just
givin
the
facts
On
that
I
9-5
swirvin
to
a
town
near
you
My
niggaz
watch
out
for
that
Black
Surburbans
And
no
it's
not
the
Feds,
man
papi's
home
And
papi
got
it
good,
he
could
put
you
on
Listen,
I
done
made
abandoned
blocks
look
hot
Nine
to
ten
Benzes,
a
couple
of
drops
Couple
of
rubber
bands
from
the
corrupt
cops
Just
to
see
my
niggaz
eat
and
shit
and
huggin
the
blocks
Crack
a
chestize
'em,
right
besides
'em
In
front
of
a
hundred
million
viewers,
shouldn't
surprise
'em
We
from
the
Bronx
where
the
may-ors
lift
up
And
niggaz
get
shot
in
broad
day
cause
we
don't
give
a...
Fuck
little
niggaz
on
bike
and
just
shoot
you
All
for
a
pair
of
some
Nikes,
the
shits
brutal
I
done
seen
fiends
O.D.,
shot
the
wrong
pack
Then
they
call
the
shit
the
bomb
smack
Word
to
Crack,
the
god
body,
the
hard
body,
the
realest
ever
The
John
Gotti,
this
rap
shit,
will
it
kill
me?
Never
This
goes
out
to
cats,
fingers
in
they
ass
again
Fifty
dollar
half-a-men,
daydreamin
Fuck
around
get
wet
like
semen,
your
whole
team-and
Be
Mor-gan
than
Freeman
I
took
the
cream
and,
moved
to
new
places
new
faces
Fuck
the
screwfaces,
cause
when
I
flip
I
make
the
papers,
dangerous,
we
Goodfellas
Niggaz
can't
bang
with
us,
try
to
do
me
My
crew
be
unruly
(what)
To
old
school
cats
that
call
gats
toolies
Call
blacks
moolies,
think
it's
cool
to
smoke
woolies
And
fuck
without
rubbers
(what)
specialize
In
killin
wives
and
grandmothers,
who
ya
trustin,
shit
When
Frank
start
bustin,
Frank
start
somethin
Killin
ya
gently,
God
meant
me,
to
push
a
Bentley
Me
and
Sean
Combs
takin
broads
home
On
the
phone
with
the
chip,
with
these
Cristal
chicks
Bout
to
make
our
own
porno
flicks,
my
life's
the
shit
1 Running Your Mouth
2 Love Is Everlasting (outro)
3 Wake Up
4 Wake Up Now
5 Just a Memory
6 Hold Your Head
7 Hold Ya Head
8 Little Homie (interlude)
9 Mi Casa
10 Mi Casa
11 Mi Casa
12 Ultimate Rush
13 Ultimate Rush
14 Breakin' Old Habits (feat. T.I. and Slim Thug)
15 Breakin' Old Habits
16 Hustler's Story
17 Hustler's Story
18 Hustler's Story
19 Little Homie - Interlude
20 Hustler's Story
21 My Dad (interlude)
22 Beef
23 Beef
24 B.I.G. Live In Jamaica - Intro
25 I'm With Whatever
26 I'm With Whateva
27 I'm With Whateva
28 Living in Pain
29 Nasty Girl
30 1970 Somethin'
31 1970 Somethin'
32 1970 Somethin'
33 Greatest Rapper (interlude)
34 The Greatest Rapper (interlude)
35 Living the Life
36 Living the Life
37 Living The Life
38 Get Your Grind On
39 Get Your Grind On
40 Whatchu Want - The Commission
41 Whatchu Want (The Commission)
42 Whatchu Want
43 Spit Your Game (feat. Twista and Bone Thugs N Harmony)
44 Spit Your Game
45 It Has Been Said
46 B.I.G. Live in Jamaica (intro)
47 My Dad (interlude)
48 Little Homie (interlude)
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