My Lil Grimey Nigga Lyrics - Revenue Retrievin: Graveyard Shift - E-40

[feat. Stressmatic] 

[Chorus x2: Stresmatic] 

My lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothin 

The one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin 

He don't love nothin, his pockets on slim 

So when you go outside you better watch out for him 

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[Verse 1: E-40] 

When my lil grimey nigga come around fools get nervous 

Cause he I'll and sick as the fuck, smirkish, heartless and merciless 

His daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him 

His mama been on goup ever since 1990 

In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still ain't reformed 

They say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born 

My lil grimey nigga maney, janky like tricked dice 

Never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice 

Pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain 

Lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain 

Him and his partners mannish body wounds mean in the hood 

Came with an AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon 

I be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down! " But he ain't listenin 

Lil nigga hardheaded, look forward to goin to prison 

Don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin 

Fifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin 

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[Chorus x2: Stresmatic] 

[Verse 2: E-40] 

My lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night 

With the hungry man and his... 

Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with 

Lurkin at the gas station on some old floop shit 

Trained and programed to go, about his dough 

A hitter, not a barber but carry a extra clipper 

Got hella next of kin cousins and uncles up out the Rich 

El Sobrante and Hercules teach him taught him how to fish 

My lil grimey nigga, all the time right behind me nigga 

On the block with the Glock where you can find me nigga 

They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name 

Everybody knew his name, silhouette his body frame 

I wonder what set he claim? For the money, fuck the fame 

Do he make it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang (BITCH) 

My lil grimey nigga, keep a dumper stashed in his motor 

Set to set robbin niggas, he's a floater 

[Chorus x2: Stresmatic]