Get Your Grind On Lyrics - Big Punisher

But 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 Brookland 

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 

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 projects, 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 orgination 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 vegetabills 

We blessed with the will to never surrender 

'Cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja 

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 projects, 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 

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 mayors 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 Morgan 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 to old school cats that call gats toolies 

Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies 

And fuck without rubbers, 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