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Tytuł: Now that's grindin

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   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
  
  Paul Kain:
  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
  
  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 fa 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/ tryna 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