Artist: Scarface f/ Z-Ro
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Typed by: [email protected]
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[Verse 1]
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When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made
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They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid
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I always kept a plan to get doe
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Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go
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I use to run a paper route
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But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus
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My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old
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But rarely did I listen to the shit I was told
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I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed
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I use to take my lunch money and pitch it
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I stayed on suspension, I ain't fuckin' with school
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Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the blues
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Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time
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Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine
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Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out
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Get off at tina house and bust that cot
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Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket
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Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins
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I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street
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All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat
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[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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Ever since I could remember I been on my grind,
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All the time
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Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind
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I had to Shine
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By any means necessary I had to go out and get it
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And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it
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My balls and my word told a nigga that the world was mine
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That's why I stay on the grind
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[Verse 2]
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I remember when the dope game started up, serving the hypes
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I was seeing more doe than I ever seen in my life
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I was rocking up eightballs and knowing the shake
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Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe
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I had my grandmother guessing how I got that shit
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'Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks
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Older cats steppin' to me as if I was the man
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Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends
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I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed
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I was parking niggas frontin' me and fucking they hoes
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Eventually I moved out, rented a house
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I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an ounce
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We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big weight
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But that was back in the days, nobody thought about a dope case
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It's all mapped out, get in get out
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They giving mutha fuckas ten years for each rock
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It's fucked ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted
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They hanging all these niggas who's careers was dope gamin'
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The crack epidemic had you locked if you was in it
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And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't spend it
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In the beginning niggas had they whole hoods flooded
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Wit that Antonio Montana disease like "fuck it"
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And drug wars just another day in the life
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You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens
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Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz
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Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing
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I'm dirty, and if he wants to search I'ma blast him
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I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands
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Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me over my man
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I got a brand new plan take this shit to the line
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Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll give you a dime
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With ten thousand you can go to work for a week
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Take some time off to think, I'll even throw in a key
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He stopped at the mo', I gave him the doe
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Checked in my room then whooped out the scale and the blow
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There's a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four
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It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor
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[Chorus]
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On My Grind
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Scarface |