Lyrical Grind - Mike Jones

It’s our time to shine and make a million

We are the ones that bump and grind all day

So, we’re ghetto children

I come so hard, they put a straitjacket on my tongue

Bust flows with handcuffs on my lungs

Didn’t have a gun, but the blast still stung

Didn’t have a rope, but his ass still hung

Living in the ghetto, no time to smile

Laws and player haters, get placed in one pile

By the time they realized, they legs were chopped off

My foes, had already ran 21 miles

When it’s time to hit the streets, I ain’t got no friend

We’re all living in sin, multiplied by ten

Down to spit a word at the speed of the wind

And never be ashamed to tell you hoes I punched in

You came to the table ready to throw quick

Wanna see how aggravated my lyrical flow get

Got jacked looking for a new target to go hit

(You be rapping your ass off K), no shit

I see I gotta be the one, to let the world know

Just because your words rhyme don’t mean you got flow

Y’all don’t wanna run up on K and Z-Ro

We was writing on your level at the age of 4

Ain’t saying a damn thang talking loud

Flows weaker than water still acting proud

Every wack ass show you throw, you got mo'

Motherfuckers on stage than it is in the crowd

On top challengers, I can face those, the coldest in the game, no doubt we rape

flows

Can you create, tight shit without having to smoke some weed first,

oh you can’t case closed

I’ma take the game, to levels you never seen

Teach you bout delivering, lyrics you never mean

Pushing a perpendicular, paragraphs of punishment

Mutilating the Devil, and stinging him till you scream

Quick to make a lick, then handle the ends

Putting tricks to bed, when I’m rattling chins

Strangle, hitting from a psychological angle

Back door him 'til he feel like he battling twins

Been in the game since 1984

Love the underground, fuck the radio

Need a billion dollars 'fore I leave out the do'

So devils and fake partners, so long they gotta go

It’s our time to shine and make a million

We are the ones that bump and grind all day

So, we’re ghetto children

Staying on the grind, all the day long

Puffing on a sack, until all the hate gone

Steady running, through my veins

I gotta go and get a pocket full of change, hustling before all the day gone

I been pimping a pen but, probably fluctuation in the nation

Of poverty, stricken people

So everybody, trying to get a piece of the pie

But the pie for white people, in the land of evil

Me myself, I’m a goodfella

Raining on a hater parade, grab an umbrella

Catch you at the light, catch you at the ATM teller

Young fella, at his last hour

Caught up, in a non sugar coated shower

Raw damaging, motherfuckers ain’t managing

To get away, from my beam

Leave a nigga not standing when, I shoot him and stab him

Can’t get away, from my team

Ain’t nothing but killers and drug dealers, and blood spillers in one spot

Eagle talons hollow points, and regulars in one Glock

Take it out, it take one cock

Take over the whole city, but begin with one block

It’s a promise, of paper will put a pimp plump out a pocket side

Motherfucker I’m willing to kill, and willing to die

Any nigga willing to try, cause I don’t bar nothing

Leaving son of a bitches, in stitches

For my riches, cause I’m paid in cash

Running up on em, where the wet marijuana square

Fried out, who’s gonna save his ass

Sick cause I don’t like busting a men, I gotta get my grub on

So my family, can get they grub on

And when we grubbing, it’s a family affair

Gotta get enough grub, for everybody to grub on

Everyday all day, on a mission to make that money

Gotta get that pay, K dash Rizino and Z-Riggy-Riggy Ro

Gon get our share, and fuck ass and for

We taking it, leaving bald spots in they hair

Life is hard, but it’s fair

It’s our time to shine and make a million

We are the ones that bump and grind all days so we’re ghetto children

Penitentiary chances, taken

We’re risking our own lives

But now, we pimp a pen all day collecting G’s

It’s our time to shine and make a million

We are the ones that bump and grind all day so we’re ghetto children

Penitentiary chances taken

We’re risking our own lives

But now, we pimp a pen all day collecting G’s