Fabolous Lyrics - Now Thats Grindin lyrics

Now Thats Grindin lyrics (Lyrics)

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Fabolous:

Yo, ima mothafuckin ghetto superstar nigga...

Right now you can lie and gossip too/ but later on be the guy who the
mobs look to/ and right now you can try and prosecute/ but later on
you gon die in the hospital
Im the guy thats responsible/ the 9 is impossible/ you ever had
Mitchel and Ness tryin to sponser you?/ you gon die like the mobsters
do/ actin like gangstas and like Denzel yall should get Oscars too/ calm
the guys in your hostile crew/ before they get holes in they face the
size of they nostriles too/ Street Family abide by the mobsta rules/ visors
and Osgood shoes/ thats not on the block yet fools/ you could tell im
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ thats why i hear lots of ooohs
They aint never seen a ghetto superstar like me
Uh, ill show you how to do this youngn/ i aint frontin/ these Jordans
aint comin/ make the silencer say somthin/ go head keep the complants
comin nigga

Paul Kain:
Yo, a hustles a hustle from ghetto to ghetto/ 4.6 Rang Rover nigga either
yellow or metal
Muffle wit muzzle for hit movement/ ima stop ya blood flow if you try
to stop my shit movement/ ill be on strips doin/ my grinding brick moving/
for the cross or my thick cuban
In a town in the south/ in the spot for a pound and a couch/ or four thou
on an ounce
All it takes is a quarter a brick/ and a half a pound of dro gets your grind
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game in order to pitch
Faggot crakin the weed up/ flip dat pop a dice game and catch a jinx and
put it back wit the read up
Thats grindin/ 4 4 tucked in the linin/ get low when them hot ones flyin/
come at me wrong you dyin/ no lyin
Dog you not familiar/ step to me ima pop and kill ya

Joe Buddens:
Its Joe Buddens, in the streets they call me glocks fa hire/ before i was
jump off i was Oxes supplier
Yall passin the r oach/ ask fa Joe/ im part time Kaiser Sotees actin coach
No a days dog i dont hear rappers/ fuck bars we can all get the 4s out
and play Fear Factor
Move and dip/ roug on my hip/ but the game keep talkin that musics shit,
its nothin
Lettin the game know ya mans on the come up/ first week sound scan
im doin Spider-Man numbas, bet
Cars, jewels, casinos, and up/ tryna ball like Paul Pierce ill Benzino you
up
Man ya crews decoys/ Desert Storm use these toys/ bite the bullet like
Bruce Lees boys
Get right wit me/ newest King in the league like Mike Bibby, ima show
you how to do this son
Birds in the club cause the beat so fine/ and when im in the strip club they
dont pay Mr. Cheeks no mind/ uh, had em gum blind/ cowards want mine/
but they pigments off like the Dallas front line
Max Payne never seen a car like it/ first nigga you to move weight
from a palm pilot