The Notorious B.I.G. — Get Your Grind On

But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking] Aye you know what I'm sayin', it was just happen We have our day, you know? I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean? We keep it, keep it, keep it goin' from there [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, I drink filthy My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey Huh, what a set up Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off Uhh, 'cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of diets You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me Shit, I need the company (uh-huh) Apologies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest Silencers so you can't hear it Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still [Chorus: Freeway] Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin' mo' stressed Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin' Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Yo, yo The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip I never reject an offer to battle Slap a coffin on the saddle And rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio Niggas talk but they babble 'cause they ain't sayin' nuttin' If ain't blazin somethin' with the MAC, I'm in the shack bakin' muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin'; my Squad been waitin' For the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin' An orgi-nation of veterans built With genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills My TEC and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bles We blessed with the will to never surrender 'Cause my every agenda's in and out Unseen like I entered the ninja, it's my world [Chorus: Freeway] Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome 'cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind on Come get introduced to my home A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin' mo' stressed Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor 'Cause the streets are killin' Now get your grind on [Verse 3: Fat Joe] I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggas run Crack pull up, everybody clear out Anybody pumpin' that rock is gettin' aired out I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack Your mommy got a body but she itchin' to clap And I know you pitchin' purple but we switchin' the packs Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin' the facts On that I 9-5 swervin' to a town near you My niggas watch out for that Black Suburbans And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home And papi got it good, he could put you on Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops Just to see my niggas eat and shit and huggin' the blocks Crack a chastise 'em, right besides 'em In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up And niggas get shot in broad day 'cause we don't give a... Fuck, little niggas on bike and just shoot you All for a pair of some Nikes, the shit's brutal I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack Then they call the shit the bomb smack Word to Crack, the God body, the hard body, the realest ever The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] This goes out to cats (stupid), fingers in they ass again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin' Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and Be Mor-gan than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what) Some old school cats that call gats toolies Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies And fuck without rubbers (what), specialize In killin' wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin', shit When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin' Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks 'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit...