grindtime yo one time for yo man this is grindtime check and and we gonna do it west indian style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the b when the glock go blam blam 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 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 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 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 budge or toss or throw away i don t hold a grudge  when the glock go blam blam 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 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 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 amazing stamina far from 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 eachother we trust each brother there s another mad situation sad situation that every nigga i know is in a bad situation i m tired of waiting tired of being patient tired of waking up wondering if we gonna make it my hands are full i m a grindtime disciple right hand the bible left hand the 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 yes i didn t listen no disrespecting he 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 head what a god damn shame but really motherfucker who really should you blame a product of 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 when the glock go blam blam 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 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 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 ho not zack not jack not bill collector a fuck you very much hope you have a bad day grindtime when the glock go blam blam 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 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 gun1