The Grind

[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.]

G-G-G-G-G

G-G-G-G-G

G-G-G-G-G

G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

Niggas know who the don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesaunt)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5

And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)

I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine

And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine

'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time

It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

All I do is sit and think of ways I can come up

Catching jooks and run up, and leave your nigga done up

My pockets are hurting, homie, I ain't feeling this shit

Have your mama screaming ("Baby, move, it's a hit!")

I ain't Scarface -- "No women, no kids" -- I don't give a fuck

Better teach that bitch and that little nigga to duck

With a P90 Ruger I put shots all through ya

If you survive, you gon' feel what talons do to ya

I'm a hard-headed nigga, I came up so hard

Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God

If them planes hit the projects, nobody would care

Look around, ain't nothing but black folks around here

We brothers become political and start to maneuver

They give you 100 years, man, they did it to Hoover

Now, you can hate me or love me

When you see me, busts shots or come and hug me

The showman shit's lovely

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5

And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)

I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine

And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine

'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time

It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Niggas talkin' it but ain't livin' it

Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit

'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy

Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies

Stories like a motherfucker

Model bitches wondering if I'ma fuck with her

She know I treat my bitches like Ivana

Dolce and Gabana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'

H-class diamonds shinin', dinner with wifey winin', dinin'

Smoking cigars in Bogotá with Colombian niggas named Panama

And Englique and shit, games we play life endin'

Bitches bending over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans

And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped

Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of 'em

Advancin' from duplex to mansions

Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas, VCR's in my V's

Game elevates money I make into stocks and real estates, bitch

Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sand

Discussing plans with my man

Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system

That leaves my rear views tremblin'

What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?

Drop to your knees and show gratitude

Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing I stay potent

Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5

And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)

I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine

And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine

'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time

It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind