Stop My Grind (feat. Ray Vaughn)

Whoadie

If you ain't with us, you against us

You can't fuck with us

If you go against us, on the gang

You gon' buck with us

You could never break us up

'Cause the loyalty stuck with us

**** better buckle up

'Cause it's finna be a wild ride

It ain't no doubt, bitch, we outside

You better have your heat

'Cause it ain't good on Atlantic Drive

He tried to talk it out

I left him stankin', with his mouth wide

'Cause we don't peace treat a PC

In the Southside

Granny was religious

Wonder where I found this lifestyle

Always was a knucklehead

Ain't no tellin' me to pipe down

You owe me somethin'

Tear it off, I need it right now

Your circle in the circus

That just mean you **** all clowns

Rollin' with the troopers

Who be troopin' 'til a man down

We don't see 'em out

We hold position, we gon' stand ground

Rollin' with the troopers

Who be troopin' 'til a man down

We don't see 'em out

We hold position, we gon' stand ground

Ain't no buyin' grams from this trap, bitch

We sell pounds

How you claim you gang, gang

But **** never see you 'round?

PO on some bullshit

Talkin' 'bout "I gotta sit it down"

Told her "See you when they catch me

In other words, I'ma see you 'round"

Why these **** tryna stop my shine?

Why these **** tryna stop my grind?

I done been places where the sun don't shine

But these **** never stop my grind

Now homies wanna trip on homies?

Fuck that, let's go get active, ****

Ridin' down Atlantic

Somethin' like a Fear Factor, ****

Goons on alert, they go berserk

And we'll clap a ****

Wet 'em like baptism

Yeah, we got strap with us

Ayy to the fade, on my mama, bitch

I'm that ****

Four hoes on the boulevard

Ask Josh, bitch, I'm that ****

Bounce out on the suckers

With a Tommy, no Hilfiger

Mama respect my gangster

She even told me I'm a real ****

It's like back in school

How we takin' all these field trips

They think I slowed down

'Cause I started rappin', cuz, I'm still trippin'

Just 'cause you don't see me

Don't mean I'm not up in the field, ****

No studio, we real Crippin'

No masseuse, 'cause I don't feel ****

August 3rd, '96

Mama made a Loc

Raised around gangsters

Don't panic, shit ain't a joke

I just talked to Bang

He still troopin', even on the four

Watch out for them snakes

'Cause they'll get you while you at your low

Why these **** tryna stop my shine?

Why these **** tryna stop my grind?

I done been places where the sun don't shine

But these **** never stop my grind

I tell no lies, you lose your soul

Tell no tale, the truth be told

If you know me, then you know

That I'm a gangster

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a gangster, whoadie

I tell no lies, you lose your soul

Tell no tale, the truth be told

If you know me, then you know

That I'm a gangster

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm a gangster

Yeah, yeah, yeah