Grinding Remix Lyrics - Fabolous

Fabolous: 

Yo, i'ma mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga... 

Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the 

mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on 

you gon' die in the hospital 

I'm the guy that's responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had 

Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon' die like the mobsters 

do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel y'all should get Oscars too/ calm 

the guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the 

size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors 

and Osgood shoes/ that's not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm 

fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her 

a popsicle/ that's why i hear lots of ooohs 

They ain't never seen a ghetto superstar like me 

Uh, i'll show you how to do this young'n/ i ain't frontin/ these Jordans 

ain't comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants 

comin nigga 

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Paul Cain: 

Yo, a hustle's a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either 

yellow or metal 

Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ i'ma stop ya blood flow if you try 

to stop my shit movement/ i'll be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/ 

for the cross or my thick cuban 

In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou 

on an ounce 

All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind 

game in order to pitch 

Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and 

put it back wit the read up 

That's grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/ 

come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin 

Dog you not familiar/ step to me i'ma pop and kill ya 

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Joe Buddens: 

It's Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was 

jump off i was Oxes supplier 

Y'all passin the roach/ ask fat Joe/ i'm part time Kaiser Sotee's actin coach 

No a days dog i don't hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out 

and play Fear Factor 

Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit, 

it's nothin 

Lettin the game know ya man's on the come up/ first week sound scan 

i'm doin Spider-Man numbas, bet 

Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ trina ball like Paul Pierce i'll Benzino you 

up 

Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like 

Bruce Lee's boys 

Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, i'ma show 

you how to do this son 

Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when i'm in the strip club they 

don't pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had 'em gum blind/ cowards want mine/ 

but they pigment's off like the Dallas front line 

Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight 

from a palm pilot