The Grind
50 Cent Ft. Notorious BIG Lyrics

But I would've loved to hear
I wish I could have heard

A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo
A collaboration between Big Pun and The Notorious B.I.G.

That shit would've been incredible
It would have been amazing

[Big Pun talking]
Big Pun speaking

Aye yaknahmsayin, it was just happen
You know what I'm saying, it happened unexpectedly

We have our day, you know?
Everyone has their own time

I seen him, I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean?
I saw him at the gates of heaven, you know what I mean?

We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there
We continue on our journey

[Notorious B.I.G.]
The Notorious B.I.G. speaking

Uhh, I dream filthy
I have vivid, explicit dreams

My moms and pops mixed me with Jamaican Rum and Whiskey
My parents combined their Jamaican heritage and love for alcohol to create me

Huh, what a set up
What a situation I've been put in

Shoulda pushed 'em dead off, wipe the sweat off
I should have killed them and wiped away any evidence

Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Because in this life, I'm already dead, so I shoot first

Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
I quickly drove away in my Benz, there are no friendly handshakes in Brooklyn

Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
I wear camouflage to disrupt enemy groups

Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up
Look, if you want to see me in prison or killed

Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD
My mother crouched over my casket, screaming 'bastard'

Cryin, know my friends is lyin
Crying, knowing my friends are lying

Y'all know who killed 'em filled 'em with the lugars from they Rugers
You all know who killed him, they shot him with their guns

or they Desert, dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant
They used Desert Eagle or other guns, dying is not enjoyable but it brings relief

Kinda quiet, watch my niggaz bring the riot
It's quiet, but my friends will cause a riot

Giving cats the opposite of diets
We are supplying people with the opposite of healthy diets (guns)

You gain thirty pounds when you die no lie, lazy eye
When you die, you become heavy and your eye becomes lazy

I was high when they hit me, took a few cats with me
I was under the influence when they shot me, I took a few people down with me

Shit, I need the company (uh-huh)
I wanted to have companionship

Apoligies in order, to T'Yanna my daughter
I owe an apology to my daughter, T'Yanna

If it was up to me you would be with me, sorta like
If I had the choice, you would be with me, like

Daddy Dearest, my vision be the clearest
I have a clear vision of myself as a father

Silencers so you can't hear it
I use silencers so the gunshots are not loud

Competition still fear it, shit don't ask me
My competition is still scared, don't ask me why

I went from ashy to nasty to classy, and still
I went from being poor to being successful and classy, and I'm still

[Chorus: Freeway]
Chorus by Freeway

Nigga still gotta get his grind on
I still have to work hard and hustle

Come get introduced to my home
Come and see where I grew up

I grew up in the crime zone
I grew up in a neighborhood known for crime

Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
Once you become an adult, you're responsible for yourself, always carry a weapon

You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly
Keep your gun because the streets are dangerous

Now get your grind on
Now work hard and hustle

A nigga grew up in the pro-jects, end up gettin mo' stressed
I grew up in the projects and ended up getting more stressed

Mo' money, mo' drama you know a nigga keep his armor
More money brings more problems, so I stay prepared

Cause the streets are killin
Because the streets are dangerous

Now get your grind on
Now work hard and hustle

[Big Punisher]
Big Punisher speaking

Yo, yo
Hey, hey

The penalty is death, especially when I'm mentally stressed
The punishment is death, especially when I'm under a lot of mental pressure

My enemies hang with me 'til I eventually flip
My enemies stay close to me until I eventually turn against them

I never reject an offer to battle
I never turn down a challenge to compete

Slap a coffin on the saddle
Put a coffin on the horse's saddle

and rattle like a wooden horse to el barrio
and shake like a wooden horse towards the neighborhood

Niggaz talk but they babble cause they ain't sayin nuttin
People talk, but they're just making meaningless noise

If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins
If I'm not firing a gun, I'm in a secluded place making drugs

Fake the funk and get your rump roast
Pretend to be tough and get your ass beaten

One dose of the toast'll make you jump if you come close
A single shot from the gun will make you run if you come near

Pun spoke, ain't no more debatin; my Squad been waitin
When Pun speaks, there's no more arguing; my crew has been waiting

for the perfect time to give you what you all been waitin
for the perfect moment to give you what you've all been waiting for

An orgi-nation of veterans built
A collective of experienced individuals created

with genuine skills to pay the heat, gas, and the rest of the bills
with real skills to cover the cost of weapons, fuel, and other expenses

Invest in the real, don't get left in the hills
Invest in genuine talent and don't get left behind

My tech and my steel turn your whole crew into vega-ta-bills
My guns will make your entire crew disappear

We blessed with the will to never surrender
We are fortunate to have the determination to never give up

cause my every agenda's in and out, unseen like I entered the ninja
because my every plan is executed quickly and discreetly, like a ninja

It's my world
I control my own world

[Chorus]
Chorus

[Fat Joe]
Fat Joe speaking

I got that new F-N, call it that faggot nigga gun
I have a new gun called F-N, referred to as a derogatory term for homosexuals

Couple of hollow tips make you faggot niggaz run
A few hollow-point bullets will make those derogatory individuals run

Crack pull up, everybody clear out
When my drugs arrive, everyone should move away

Anybody pumpin that rock is gettin aired out
Anyone selling crack cocaine will get shot

I'm in that caddy with my bitch in the pack
I'm in a Cadillac with my girlfriend in the back

Your mommy got a body but she itchin to clap
Your mother has an attractive body but she's ready to shoot

And I know you pitchin purple but we switchin the packs
I know you sell drugs, but we're changing our supplier

Listen, don't make me hurt you I'm just givin the facts
Listen, don't make me harm you, I'm just stating the truth

On that I 9-5 swirvin to a town near you
On that I-95, speeding towards a nearby town

My niggaz watch out for that Black Surburbans
My friends, be careful of the Black SUVs (possibly referring to law enforcement)

And no it's not the Feds, man papi's home
And no, it's not the federal agents, it's me, Fat Joe, back in town

And papi got it good, he could put you on
And I, Fat Joe, have got connections, I can help you

Listen, I done made abandoned blocks look hot
Listen, I have made neglected neighborhoods look attractive

Nine to ten Benzes, a couple of drops
Nine or ten Mercedes-Benz cars, a few convertibles

Couple of rubber bands from the corrupt cops
I acquired some money from dishonest police officers

Just to see my niggaz eat and shit and huggin the blocks
Just to see my friends succeed, survive, and stay in the neighborhood

Crack a chestize 'em, right besides 'em
Subjugate them, right next to them

In front of a hundred million viewers, shouldn't surprise 'em
In front of a massive audience, it shouldn't come as a surprise to them

We from the Bronx where the may-ors lift up
We are from the Bronx, where the leaders (mayors) are respected

And niggaz get shot in broad day cause we don't give a...
And people get shot in broad daylight because we don't care

Fuck little niggaz on bike and just shoot you
We don't hesitate to shoot even young individuals on bicycles

All for a pair of some Nikes, the shits brutal
All for a pair of Nike sneakers, it's a brutal reality

I done seen fiends O.D., shot the wrong pack
I have witnessed drug addicts overdose or mistakenly get shot

Then they call the shit the bomb smack
Then they refer to it as extremely potent drugs

Word to Crack, the god body, the hard body, the realest ever
I swear on crack cocaine, I am the most genuine and solid person

The John Gotti, this rap shit, will it kill me? Never
I am the John Gotti of rap, this music genre will never kill me

[Notorious B.I.G.]
The Notorious B.I.G. speaking

This goes out to cats, fingers in they ass again
This is dedicated to individuals who are being ridiculous

Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin
Fifty-dollar men who are only half of what they claim, daydreaming

Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
If you mess around, you'll get shot, your entire crew as well

be Mor-gan than Freeman
become more deceased than Morgan Freeman (referring to death)

I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
I took the money and went to different locations, met new people

Fuck the screwfaces, cause when I flip
I don't care about hostile expressions, because when I get angry

I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
I attract media attention, we are like the gangsters from the movie 'Goodfellas'

Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me
People can't compete with us, if they try to harm me

My crew be unruly (what)
My crew is rebellious and uncontrollable

To old school cats that call gats toolies
To the older generation who refer to guns as toolies

Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
Call black people moolies and think it's cool to smoke drugs

And fuck without rubbers (what) specialize
And have sex without protection, emphasizing

in killin wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin, shit
in killing women and older women, who can you trust, damn

When Frank start bustin, Frank start somethin
When I, Frank, start shooting, I start trouble

Killin ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
Killing you without much force, God intended for me to drive a luxury car

Me and Sean Combs takin broads home
Me and Sean Combs (P. Diddy) taking women home

On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
Talking on the phone with the casino chip, with these girls who drink Cristal champagne

Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit
About to make our own pornographic movies, my life is amazing