March N' Step

[Intro: Grit Boys & Lil Wayne]

Ahh, they shouldn't've done this right here

March, now step, now march, now step (Yeah)

March, now step, now march, now step (Blueberry still connect)

March, now step now march now step

March now step now march now step

[Chorus: Grit Boys]

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it

Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit

Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with

Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now on my block we just march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the lil mamas stepping)

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now on my block we just march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the lil mamas stepping)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

I'm grinding, I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign

Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein

I'm a certified hustler and a G

Trying to metamorphasize a hundred to a hundred-three

I'm chasing after currency and accumulating green

With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fiend

I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale

I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells

My money's epidemic: It multiply fast

I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass

Addicted to the hustle, allergic to being broke

Never falling off 'cause I stay on my note

[Chorus: Grit Boys]

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it

Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit

Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with

Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my hot boys march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the hot girls stepping)

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my hot boys march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the hot girls stepping, one, two, one)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Ayy, get off my dick! Hollygrove Weezy

Young Money billionaire, Hermès winter ware

I'm tryin' get somewhere like I ain't never been nowhere

They probably suffocate trying to breathe this Indo air

Halt, who goes there? Nigga, I live there

I run on top of water, I walk on thin air

I ride around with a MAC-10 squared

That's a pair of semi-automatics shootin' everywhere

I don't care if authority come by here

They get it just like them niggas who ain't from by here, yeah

And I'm extra 'bout it

If I get in beef, I do something about it 'fore I get out it

Yeah, Lil Wayne—never dropped the "Lil"

I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill, yeah

I'm so New Orleans—that, I can't hide

You know I'm cuttin' something: I'm spittin' peroxide! Weezy

[Chorus: Grit Boys]

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it

Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit

Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with

Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]

I ain't never had a handout, ain't never been a beggar (Huh)

On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter (Real)

I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic, making chess moves

This suckers playin checkers, simply destined to lose

The Martha Stewart mini-blinds and the James Bonds Benz

Me and a couple lady friends blowing piff in the wind

I got the wristwear, smooth and sleek, nothing but Patek Philippe

You ain't never saw a watch like this so go ahead and take a peek

I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck

Indulging in that purple stuff, gettin full of that puff-puff

Tote the iron, I'm double-dutch, I'm ice water up in the clutch

Place your bet, I'll call your bluff—Paul Wall, baby, that's whats up

[Chorus: Grit Boys]

You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it

Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard shit

Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with

Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud shit

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)

You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)

You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)