Steady Griding Lyrics - Mack 10

[Verse 1: Baby] 

Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six 

But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit 

I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders 

and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood 

My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods 

She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood 

The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin 

And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin 

Just bought a new six with bra-less kit 

Put me on the floor two nines in my hip 

The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship 

Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit 

Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick 

Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip 

Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks 

Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch 

KC take this glock, make will of the spot 

Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block 

And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked 

And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop 

[Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne] 

[Juve] 

You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty 

You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it 

And I keep it real, and I play the field 

And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill 

[Wayne] 

And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds 

And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums 

You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles 

You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer 

[Verse 2: Turk] 

Look Nigga know that I got that work 

So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone 

So he could break in my housin 

I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town 

I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round 

I'll be there pick me up from the port 

On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score 

Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a 

bag 

half a gram for 100 

This nigga just don't know 

I'm on top of my game 

Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine 

That I'ma get that nigga Turk 

So I got to bust his brains 

Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again 

So I gotta handle that mind 

get rid of the bitch quick 

Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt 

Jack who, take what, from who, not me 

Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets 

Hook 

[Verse 3: Mack 10] 

From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin' 

Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' 

Blood and Cripp walkin 

Mack One-0's the name nigga 

Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side 

Who Bang is the game nigga 

Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters 

Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it 

I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me 

And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me 

I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks 

Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick 

Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price 

And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice 

I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas 

U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas 

Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause 

We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras 

Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related 

I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided 

From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior 

A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's 

The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight 

Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night 

Mack is to much of a rider 

I could never be a sucker 

I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker 

Hook