Beatbreakin Giggs & Joe Grind

[Intro: Joe Grind]
I been canned full [?] of hard bars [?], you get me?
Real grindy on the streets
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[Verse 1: Joe Grind]
Grind (No)
You couldn't really tell this is a phone ting
Spare No-1 shit (Spare)
Yeah this is real hard (Hard)
Niggas bust guns (Bow)
Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (Flames)
'Cause, this will make a nigga, wheel up and come again (Shit)
Grind is the name, blud I didn't have to say that (Nah)
Look, at my ring, and my jacket, and my Grind hat
Boxers with pockets, real niggas wouldn't mind that (Trust)
Put your tings in them, and the feds won't find that
Got caught slipping, if I do, then I'm peace (Peace)
'Cause the feds can't touch Giggs, they're trying shit on me (Me)
I'm just tryna make P's (P's)
I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (Celsius)
I had a J-O-B (B)
My boss is pissed 'cause I was making money on the side, he's a D-I-C (Hey)
But that won't stop me (Nah)
I make my grind yeah, all my haters look look
Watch me make few cheese (Here)