Blam Blam Lyrics - Killer Mike

Grindtime (oh the mercy) 

Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B' 

[Chorus:] 

When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun 

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[Verse 1:] 

Usually the two would be 

Beside me when I cruise the street 

Blue your feet blue your seat 

He who moves usually 

Cool it be, slow your roll 

These niggas here dey cool with me 

Rock the same shoes as me 

Went to the same school as me 

News would be, 

That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know, 

You need to keep the K up on ya 

Chop up all these credit cards 

Career is all that laid up on ya 

Skeet skeet, 

Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya 

You know you really wanna be rollin instead 

Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head 

Hey and sold ya for bread 

Findin the life that we chose 

Fast cars and this money 

And these trifling hoes 

Keep it real! 

Photos 

Who wanna test-a the goon or the pride 

I keep it on my hips they call me onsly 

Go and let a few fly 

That made a few die 

Some fell straight down others handglide 

But none of them survive the rising of the tide 

Drown in they own blood 

Like pigs in the mud 

Insert a few buds 

Make sure he don't bud 

Or toss or throw away 

I don't hold the grub 

[Chorus:] 

When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun 

[Verse 2:] 

Cancer sniff, hands just split 

Scoop me in the jag and dip 

Nag a bitch and flag a ship 

Over there like a bag of chips 

Whodini and genie out of a bikini that's a magic trick 

Abra Kadabra, I caught it all on camera 

(While I)My major stamina 

Fuck all the amateurs 

Smokin lavender 

It's slightly lighter than purple with a murk 

My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle of trust 

Amongst eachothe, we trust each brother 

There's another mad situation, 

Sad situation 

That every nigga I know is in a bad situation (Situation) 

I'm tired of waiting, 

Tired of being patient, 

Tired of waking up wondering if we gonna make it (gonna make it) 

My hands are full 

I'm a Grindtime disciple 

Right hand the Bible 

Left hand the rifle (a rifle) 

We freed us boys 

And we both got degrees 

I got mine from the schools 

He got his from the street 

Told me "little nigga don't be like me"(like me) yes I didn't listen no disrespecting he 

(now back to me)It's kind of sad 

That that's all I want to be 

A member of the game 

Rappin and using slang 

And even at career day 

I said the same thang 

Teacher shook her haid 

"What a god damn shame" 

But really motherfucker 

Who really should you blame 

I had protica my environment 

Workin towards retirement 

Just another motherfucker 

Trying to come up 

Hand above the water 

And Get head from your daughter 

But who gives a fuck 

Go on and sign me up 

Big Slim in the building nigga throw ya G'z up! 

[Chorus:] 

When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun 

[Verse 3:] 

The rugor man the toolastan 

From here to Jerusalem 

Used to move it down 

Twelve hundred sixty two grams 

Heavy chevy runnin fuck it 

It's a bucket trap car 

Red dogs to my nigga 

Trying to trap a track star 

Hell naw we under rated 

Down'll be the day mo' 

Catch me in da eight mo' 

Yeah I got the yay mo' 

Slip double played partna 

Parkin lot pimpin on em 

Droppin toppin flippin on em 

Cop a block and flip it on em 

Pussy boy boxy boy 

You ain't never shattered shatta boy 

You a boxy boy 

Never shat a boy 

That's why I shot all ya shattas boy 

Left em dead 

On all my hotter boys 

Blunts of madosia 

Saturate the polo 

Leave a man older nickle plated fofo 

Strike like made cobras 

Car jot em come get em 

Cause his life over 

Tell 'em Sheriff John Brown 

If he come through town 

He will be shot down 

'pon sight 'pon day 'pon night 

He'll be dead upon the river 

With them boxy boys 

And them in for my niggas 

Beaten swollen bloated like an elephant man 

Blunts swollen, bloated like an elephant man 

Past getting high, smokin' for the hell of it man 

If you ain't Grindtime 

You irrelevant man 

Not Peel, not Jones Nario shit 

I'm sorry hoe 

Not Zack not Jack not Bill Collector A 

Fuck you very much 

Hope you have a bad day 

[Chorus:] 

Grindtime 

(Chuckle) 

When the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Once again when the glock go blam blam, (boom, boom) 

You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done 

No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run 

Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come 

Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun