Fit for the Grind 2

I'm seein everything, from currupt politics To my cop killers runnin loose with the hollow tips Niggaz poppin shit, body bags, pop em' quick Sometimes it's like only me that acknoledge this When you rapidly movin, shootin and runnin through life There's a chance you can crash, loser be under the pike(Damn) Man I thought I was nice, runnin and pumpin the white Then I slipped the interrogation room, I'm under the light I felt the pressure, they test ya, and try to make ya rat But I'm ahead of the weather, so I'm a take the wrap I was ready cop, time in ready for shot Then the feds startin talkin bout I was heavy with rocks It's the life that I live, shit'll stay right in my crib Movement from the allen to the feds extra indited the kid Now they pressin me hard, talkin bout attendin the L District attorny like "I recommend you to tell" But I live by zoo, scavenger homie a beast Calabar backsmackin you cowards that boney and weak Stop flippin them dimes, cause if you can't do your time Homeboy, you not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind Yo, won't hear a sound from your kids They'll get found by the bridge In a fridge, it's cold, you ain't around for the bibs Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Keep the pounds by the ribs, I ain't down for your fibs So high, yo I had to lie your cuffs around the crib Where I used to live, but the truth of it is We is always on the run, I'm harborin a fugitive Dust and dirt, they comin in with the cuffs and they hurt Chirp, we must be alert, harry start flushin the work I see the canines ya'll, put the guns in the cieling(man, shut the f**k) I get the numbest feelin, like I'm done with dealin Me, James, and Duke, this ain't no fed tale They came in 10 deep 12 guages, red shells Now I'm thinkin of foreman, tanya, maybe lawrence Could be they correspondants, do I got any warrants(shit) Who droppin the dimes, fast forward unlock your mind To the block of mine, off of weed sold 15, copped out the nine When it rains, it pours, we never seen it drizzle He got foreign shit, I've seen many nickel I ain't being fickle, these shots, they gon' tickle My money, honey, bun bun, I love to see it trickle Vista seas are trickles, (huh)more than sniffles Pull the pistol on yourself, it'll leave you crippled Stop flippin them dimes, if you can't do your time Homeboy, you ain't f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind You not f**kin fit for the grind