Blam Blam Killer Mike
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Grindtime (oh the mercy)
Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B'
[Chorus:]
When the Glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
Once again when the Glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun
[Verse 1:]
Usually the two would be
Beside me when I cruise the street
Blue your feet blue your seat
He who moves usually
Cool it be, slow your roll
These niggas here dey cool with me
Rock the same shoes as me
Went to the same school as me
News would be
That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know
You need to keep the K up on ya
Chop up all these credit cards
Career is all that laid up on ya
Skeet skeet
Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and sold ya for bread
Findin the life that we chose
Fast cars and this money
And these trifling hoes
Keep it real!
Yo one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash on the B'
[Chorus:]
When the Glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
Once again when the Glock go blam blam, (boom, boom)
You die you don't get jiggy done you're done done
No there's no where to hide nowhere to run run
Grindtime motherfuckers here we come come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun
[Verse 1:]
Usually the two would be
Beside me when I cruise the street
Blue your feet blue your seat
He who moves usually
Cool it be, slow your roll
These niggas here dey cool with me
Rock the same shoes as me
Went to the same school as me
News would be
That these niggs I am tryin bring up on ya, I just called to let ya know
You need to keep the K up on ya
Chop up all these credit cards
Career is all that laid up on ya
Skeet skeet
Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya
You know you really wanna be rollin instead
Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head
Hey and sold ya for bread
Findin the life that we chose
Fast cars and this money
And these trifling hoes
Keep it real!
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