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P.O.D. - On the Grind lyrics
Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What? My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin' here is deaf Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck I'm a Psycho, i'll with the voco-loco. Heard a sick pedo noco-noco by coasta logo Gas mask with the gangsta strollo Got a piece that'll match the chrome D's on my low-low Total chaos, you think that I'm a rapper your way off I'm a killer that be murderin' these tracks, so stay off. Serial rhymin, convicted of driving and beat the hymen and breaking the hymen on ears that never heard of the line that I'm in The danger zone is common, city blocks got the demons mobbin' I'm a con-artist, starvin', strong armin' Jason's guitarin, Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin' Bring the streets to the booth, It's my therapy from mental scaring From the hell when I dwelled in the L.A. projects Ever since the day the streets be callin' Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin' All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. Somewhere in the world the sun is shining down on my face there's someone trying trying to grind it out these streets we live and I'm not dying My souls payable on death, home grown out the west my words be leapin' from the grill leaving you holding your breathe So who want next, and who's gonna test? Come get this lyrics beating, I'm out the frame like graffiti It's so misleading, but i make it look easy and everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy So my crew roll through, you know quite is kept But my level is next, so bet it all on dread I break bread with hustlers, conversate with kings Conquer kingdoms with warriors and preach to the fiends Partake communion with dealers, love the least of these Ask forgiveness from a priest and keep my ears to the streets Some of my people still fightin' they own demons And some of my people still shootin' until it's even Some kill you just because, and I'll leave it at that But I choose to use this mic to push these platinum plaques Ever since the day the streets be callin' Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin' All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. Somewhere in the world the sun is shining down on my face there's someone trying trying to grind it out these streets we live and I'm not dying Ever since the day the streets be callin' Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin' All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. Somewhere in the world the sun is shining down on my face there's someone trying trying to grind it out these streets we live and I'm not dying When it drizzle come the storm and when you born, you see that rappers die where I come from You thankin' gangsta, thank the game West full circle and it finally came From the waters runnin' how the west was won How them candles flamin for my brothers to find home Broken halos and clipped wings Though we birthed of the west coast, we'll talk in them real things Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry? Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride? We gangsta pimpin' but we had to You ever touch my sister, got you! I'm keepin it gangsta cause keepin it's worth keepin And paid for being processed With sleeping worth leaking The streets ball callin' me out of control I'd rather be sending love before I let it go Ever since the day the streets be callin Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. Somewhere in the world the sun is shining down on my face there's someone trying trying to grind it out these streets we live and I'm not dying Ever since the day the streets be callin' Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin' All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. Somewhere in the world the sun is shining down on my face there's someone trying trying to grind it out these streets we live and I'm not dying I'll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time For all it's worth, I keep on searching for my piece of mind. I'll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time For all it's worth, I keep on searching for my piece of mind. I'll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time |
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