On Tha Grind

It's been a long time since you've heard from us

Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt

And now we back wit a little rhyme

We can't stop can't quit 'cause we ?? the grind

[Daz,(Kurupt):]

Yo ( Gangstafied back on the block)

Straight up

D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T

Doing it like usual, you know what I'm sayin?

You can't stop you can't rewind the time

You can't think about the past

So look forward to life, and keep on ?missionin? on the grind for yours

Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)

We can't stop, can't rewind the time

Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes

On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine

Until we get we it be out here on the grind

[Daz]

I wake up with the birds, early as fuck

Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks

Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up

They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up

It aint shit to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin up

I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin up

Telling all yall fools yall aint one of us

[Kurupt]

Nigga, get a glimpse of a fact plus that, Blaze

Move into the hood with all the OG's

That help me get paid homie, we a unit

Doin it how a gangsta do it, Run through it

And stampede the block like bitch

Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit(yeah)

Jack nigga, Daz, and Kurupt the Kingpin

Back on the smash, with heaters to reclaim the ass

Chorus:(2x)(minor changes the 2nd time)

We can't stop, can't rewind the time

Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes

On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine

Until we get it we be out here on the grind

[Kurupt]

Yeah nigga, half a days gone by

Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life

It's hard to survive

Without grabbin 9, and pump five-fifty-five

Forty-five many Mack eleven

Gunshots non stop to funk pop

Then pop baby glocks

(Homie you ridin or not?)

Me and the homies are the first to bust

And yall cowards dyin tryin to be like us

Gangsta

[Daz]

With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead

I guess I'd die in the life of greed

Muthafuckas 'round here die to bleed

For set, joints nigga, or half a key

I remember when I came up, niggas rang up

Some Cripped up some niggas flamed up

Crossed your name out, straged my name up

(Quick to thow the gang up) What up?!

I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap

Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap

Like that, white, black, mexican, and jap

Homeboy do anything for a scrap

[Kurupt]

Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa

DPGC fuck yall niggas

Deep inside we feel like fuck yall hood

Hell naw bitch nigga it aint all to the good

Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)

We can't stop, can't rewind the time

Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes

On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine

Until we get we it be out here on the grind

[(Daz)Kurupt]

(We can't stop, can't rewind the time)

Yeah that's what's wrong with yall niggas

(Out of dolla bills nickles and dimes)

(On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine, all the time, on the grind)

Yeah homie, you gotta keep yo hustle on

Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block

The gangstas is here foreva,

Yeah, huh huh, yeah

Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin

Daz Dillinger, Kurupt young Gotti

'99 millenium 2000 like fuck a bitch

Put it on the catalogs homie, Classics' 'CRIP!!