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Killer Mike, Nario, S.L. Jones, Young Pill
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Click 25 Record Company's rhythms, man
Keep grindin', keep grindin', keep grindin'
Keep grindin', keep grindin', keep grindin'
All my niggas keep grindin'
Keep grindin', keep grindin', keep grindin'
Keep grindin', keep grindin'
All my niggas keep grindin'
Stay on your grind
Watch, watch, watch
Stay on your grindin'
And watch
All my niggas get grindin', (yeah)
All my niggas get grindin' (yeah)
All my niggas get grindin'
It's Jones
I was born in a city
Where the skinny niggas slain
Raised in a city where the skinny niggas bang
Came to the city of kings to take reign
This game taught me plenty of things
It takes a tolerance for pain
But acknowledgement and fame ain't a guarantee
Everybody's sellin' what you yellin', fellas
Fear me, the long speech
Within arm's reach, keep the poem peace
These mean streets are rockin' rowdy
Nigga, to a calm sleep
Peep as I creeps and I crawls
Just me and my dolls
If y'all could pause and follow my paw prints
Which amounts to a certain amount
Of involvement with what I'm involved with
When it gets scarred and hot, you cool your spot
Blow on it a little bit as if your food was hot
And do elude the cops when they intrude the block
'Cause if they spot you, they got you
So if you snooze, you pop
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Uh, uh, uh-oh, there they go
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Uh, uh, uh-oh, there they go
I'm watchin' for these faggot fuck Feds in my peripheral
Gone delicately, drop dope on the digital
Nervous bout a snitch
No tellin' what a bitch will do
If the government put her in a catch-22
Money over bitches, I ain't tryin' to catch-22
100 dollar bills, give a little nigga 22
And a brown bag with a throwaway 22
She is 21, make sure she don't see 22
Get a toe pause, O.J
Yeah, wake her up
No gun, Teflon, Don, and bulletproof
Anytime I have a cop, niggas gettin' off the spot
They don't want their mama on the front, you're anti-op
Funeral roll, brought by the state in a pine box
Back cemetery, nigga buried in a pauper's lot
Got the same funeral roll that an orphan got
Snitch died beggin', like a bitch while the hood watched
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Uh, uh, uh-oh, there they go
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch
Uh, uh, uh-oh, there they go
Do you think I give a fuck about the motherfucking red light?
Feds, cops can't touch me
I'm here smoking weeds
Speedy, fuck that
I'm untouchable
Uh, uh, uh, oh, there they go
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