Steady Grinding

[Intro] All the way (Cook it up, cut it up) Huh? (Chop it up) Uh-huh (Uh, uh), uh, uh, uh, uh Uh-huh, for sure [Verse 1: Baby] Mack 10 say he got 'em and he serve 'em for six But I'm the Birdman, nigga, I need to score some shit I need a warehouse full with pet Rotts and bulls Couple of choppers, MAC-11 and some Hot Boy hoods My lil' bitch Keisha said she hit the mall for some goods She gon' bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin' 'cause these zones keep rockin' And my phone keep clockin' 'cause these hoes keep jockin' Just bought a new 6 with the Brabus kit Put me on the floor with two nines on my hip The reason the drought 'cause the feds done bust' my ship Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trip Hit the strip with the work, four hundred a zip Gave my nigga M the call, go break them bricks Go flood that Magnolia 'cause I want that bitch KC, take this Glock, make will of the spot Tanto, Tito and Wap, y'all hug the block And we gon' tell the police this this where money be clocked And they can suck a nigga dick 'cause the hustle don't stop [Chorus: Juvenile, Lil' Wayne, Turk] You could beg, shorty, you could keep it dirty You could cook a birdie, you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real and I play the field And I know when to deal and I know when to kill And I get the guns and I collect the funds And I make all the runs and I can play the drums You could hang in the jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer (Look) [Verse 2: Turk] Nigga know that I got that work, so he plottin' and watchin' Tryna see when I'm gone so he could break in my housin' I'ma bake a cake for 'em, make 'em think I'm out of town I know he ear hustlin' I'm on my monkey talkin' loud Tellin' my rounds, I'll be there, pick me up from the port On my way to Nashville, ten bricks I'm gonna score Probably get a lil' dope 'cause that dope make more money Twenty dollars for a bag, half a grams for a hundred The nigga just don't know I'm on top of my game Should have keep it to himself, but instead he told Elaine That "I'ma get that nigga Turk, so I got to bust his brains" 'Cause if I let that nigga slide, then he gon' try to do it again So I gotta handle mine, get rid of the bitch quick Bust him up fast, throw him in a lake and spilt Jack who? Take what from who? Not me Get a bullet in your head, leave that ass in the streets [Chorus: Juvenile, Lil' Wayne] You could beg, shorty, you could keep it dirty You could cook a birdie, you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real and I play the field And I know when to deal and I know when to kill And I get the guns and I collect the funds And I make all the runs and I can play the drums You could hang in the jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer [Verse 3: Mack 10] From the land of the drive-bys, low ridin' and shit talkin' Sherm smoke, crack sellin', Blood and Crip walkin' Mack 1-0's the name, nigga, hustlin' is my thang, nigga CMR and west side, Hoo-Bang' is the gang, nigga Recognize the G in me, off top we wig-splitters Young and thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas, check it I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me And no matter what it cost, Slim and Baby gon' bail me I fight all my murders and dope cases from the bricks Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick 'Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoes at least twice I'm reppin' killa Cali, but down with them south niggas You know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas Mack stay cocked and loaded, down to ride for the cause We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi Gras Chicken hawk, gang affiliated and drug related I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin' nigga with my crop braided From the feet up, G'd up is my everyday behavior A million dollar nigga still rockin' Chuck Taylors The feds worse then the jackers, tryna keep me in sight Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night Mack is too much of a rider, I could never be a sucker I'ma ball 'til I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker [Chorus: Juvenile, Lil' Wayne] You could beg, shorty, you could keep it dirty You could cook a birdie, you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real and I play the field And I know when to deal and I know when to kill And I get the guns and I collect the funds And I make all the runs and I can play the drums You could hang in the jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer [Outro] For sure, nigga There you have it, boy You understand? Nigga like me went on the west coast and planted some trees And came up with a nigga named Mack Dime So how you love that, nigga? Like a man, you gotta admit it Suga Slim, theatrics, nigga, we done did it You understand? Hot Boys for life Cash Money Millionaires