Kept Grindin'

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We kept hustlin' We kept grindin' The overwhelmin' workload that it takes The shakin' off snakes, the pains and the aches Wrong moves and mistakes, they disrupt Corrupt and distract you from your mission And all those who let go and spend their lives wishin' and missin' I couldn't listen in school, I felt I had a different callin' But all everybody did was roll their eyes and start yawnin' But this is real life and only you is livin' through your eyes There are dreamers, those who want it and us, who won't be denied It's a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin' free Unless you plucked it from a tree with J and ICP Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J refuse to lose Livin' proof do what you got and you can do what you choose Hate to sit back on this track like a little bitch and reminisce But instead I'll kick a little history all about the hatchet By this time in the game, most motherfuckers fell apart In these years we still shinin' and we now just gettin' our start Inner City Posse jumped on the scene and we was mad crewed up In the end when shit got rough it was just the two of us When you was in the club getting' ya grind and ya sip on We was in the parkin' lot gettin' our flyers on Did my first show when I was sixteen, it's still part of my scheme J holdin' out a drive-thru window at Burger King to support our dreams It seemed like yesterday, the world wasn't ready for two clown freaks But we kept grindin', now who on whose dick, lil' bitch shit We kept hustlin' We kept grindin' I woke up in the mornin' with my head on backwards Went from street livin' to an underground master Went from sellin' baggies in allies to sellin' from here to Cali' And rollin' with the Psychopathic family I started up with Krazees, hooked up with Violent J The rest is still being written like a biography Don't think you know my story 'cause there's too much to tell Just know that I've been underground and I've been doin' well Since the days of makin' tapes in the basement We came a long way, I'd like to see you do the same shit Monoxide and I'm Twiztid with a Z Carnival representin' 'til I D-I-E We met ICP way back, tourin' once or twice They was real cool, felt like we known 'em all our life They said, "You ever wanna side with them?" We was like, "Hell yeah, we down the ground with friends" They put us out, this was way before the family era When we toured for three years with a t-shirt Gettin' mixed response from the bleachers and show-goers Prepared for rock-throwers and flame-throwers, we stayed focused In '98 we dropped our first LP Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid Mostasteless, the CD Go out and get it, bitch, shit is cold as ice So dope that we released it twice and we still here We kept hustlin' We kept grindin' It started as a guest, I moved later to a real spot Worked behind the scenes before I really got a shot In the studio, twistin' still need jsdflkjlk;jsdflkdfjdf My skills got me the deal off the CD you know it's dope But it was on now in '99, the first GOTJ Ya, Dead Homie Blaze and ABK rippin' the stage The first time I ever got to grind in the sunshine Six minutes shorter, the EP's full play time Still confusin' some, give love for One Less G That's when we moved to the streets and people started hearin' me From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey my skills increased Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD I keep it grindin' like an old set of car brakes Started off with a duel player and cassette tapes By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals And let the funk recreate it And then I hit the stage with my homie Blaze, thuggin' for life City to city tours under the light Straight outta Detroit grindin' Warrior, baby I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety This is Psychopathic bitch boy and we so sweet What you know about the label runnin' under the streets? This be Anybody Killa, homie, like me or not Over a hundred thousand sold, bitch, with one 'bout to drop For real We kept hustlin' We kept grindin' Motherfuckers don't trip, I'm one of the youngest homies on the And keepin' it grindin' with a And on my way to the fuckin' top Because we underneath the surface be prepared to be real hurt, bitch We came from the gutter and now I'm fuckin' your mother and workin' it I know I'm only 24 up in this hoe but check it, yo I was smokin' it before some of y'all was even startin' to grow Some of y'all don't even know, so many shows by eighteen And by my twenty-first I was on the national scene And see, been given an opportunity to speak my words and, yo Be keepin' it wicked and run with the hatchet for show So slow your roll, my name is Bonez and this be O-T We murderin' fucks 'til the sun comes up that's why they call us A.M.B Hey, homie, I hope you listen to my rappin' ,Cause rappin' is all I have it's all that every fuckin' mattered Your heart can get shattered your pockets can get fatter Just grind like me and mine and you'll shine like my family In the beginnin' my mission was to make it to the hatchet Then I did it and started laughin', I grinded and look what happened My mind is not on this planet 'cause y'all thought that we vanished But god's hand got my back and the game still gets me fuckin' mad I start poppin' off at the mouth when somethin' bothers me You motherfuckers better give it up for R.O.C You motherfuckers better give it up for A.M.B DJ Clay mix-tapes, gettin' paid and makin' haters bleed We kept hustlin' We kept grindin' All the blood and the tears I spent on over the years And all the time on the grind I conquered most of my fears Not knowin' would I make it and was it worth the sacrifice Skippin' meals and skippin' bills, I hoped that it was worth the price Of the love of my kids and would they hate me in the end For all the time I didn't spend I knew I'd have to make amends So kept the mike in one hand the other gripped on my glock Kept one eye on the prize, the other fixed up on the clock It was a hustler in my heart who let me know I wouldn't fail Would I end up on the stage or would I end up in a cell? Then one Monday afternoon I got that call from Psychopathic Put the pistol in the drawer and now I'm runnin' with the hatchet (Woo-woo) We kept hustlin' We kept grindin' I was sixteen young and was never put on But was put down strong and when Big Rude gave me a call Sayin' that the wicked clowns had a party called Big Ballas And if I want to come spin and make a couple dollars St. Andrew's Hall (Yeah) Remember it all (Yeah) When I went into this game who knew I would last this long Then when '06 came around you can fuck the fuck off It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope, I was on my first tour And little did I know it was the first of many more Now I'm pushin' out mix-tapes for the juggalos And the love I get from them keeps me higher than some dro That's why I'm standin' here Arms crossed just to let you know how we We kept hustlin' We kept grindin'