Kurupt - On Tha Grind lyrics

It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat n***a 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 f** Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' b**hes around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a n***a weed up It ain't sh** to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin up I got thangs for these s**as when they runnin up Telling all yall fools yall ain't one of us [Kurupt] n***a, 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 b**h Your on the wrong side to be servin your sh**(yeah) Jack n***a, Daz, and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash, with heaters to reclaim the a** 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 n***a, 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 Muthaf**as 'round here die to bleed For set, joints n***a, or half a key I remember when I came up, n***as rang up Some Cripped up some n***as 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 k**a DPGC f** yall n***as Deep inside we feel like f** yall hood Hell naw b**h n***a it ain't 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 n***as (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 b**h n***as move you of the block The gangstas is here foreva Yeah, huh huh, yeah Dat n***a Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt young Gotti '99 millenium 2000 like f** a b**h Put it on the catalogs homie, Cla**ics' 'CRIP!!