We kept hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
We kept hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
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We kep' hustlin′! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
The overwhelming workload that it takes, the shakin′ off snakes
The pains an' the aches, wrong moves an′ mistakes
They disrupt and corrupt, and distract you from your mission
And all those who let go, spend their lives wishin' and missin'
I couldn′t listen in school, I felt I had a different callin′
But all anybody did, was roll their eyes and start yawnin'
But this is real life, and only you is livin′ through your lives
There are dreamers, those who want it, an' 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, which ain't ICP
Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J! (Refuse to lose!) Livin' proof, do what you gotta an′ you can do what you choose
Now, I could sit back on this track, like a little bitch, an′ remininsce
But instead, I'll kick a little history, all about the Hatchet
By this time in the game, most muthafuckers, they done fell apart
In these years, we still shinin′ an' we jus′ now gettin' our start
Inner City Posse jumped on the scene, an′ we was mad crewed up
In the end, when shit got rough an' tough, it was just the two of us
While you was up in the club, gettin' ya′ grind and ya′ sip on
We was in the parkin' lot hittin′ up cars, gettin' our flyers on
Did my first show when I was 16, an′ still pullin' my schemes
J holding down a drive-thru window at Burger King, to support our dreams
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 kep' hustlin′! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
I woke up in the mornin′ with my hat on backwards
Went from street livin' to an underground master
Went from sellin′ baggies in alleys, to sellin' records from here to Cali
An′ rollin' with the Psychopathic Family
I started out with Krazees, hooked up with Violent J
The rest is still bein′ written like a biography
Don't think you know my story 'cause there′s too much to tell
Just know that I been on the grind an′ 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 o' 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 ta′ grind with friends!"
They put us up!
This was way before the Family era! When we toured for three years
With a t-shirt! Gettin′ mixed response from the bleachers
An' show-goers, now prepared for rock-throwers
An′ flamethrowers we stayed focused!
In '98, we dropped our first LP!
Psychopathic presentin′ Twiztid! Mostasteless the CD!
Go out and get it bitch! The shit is cold as ice!
So dope that we released it twice, an' we still here!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
It started as a gas stop, parlayed into a real spot
Worked behind the scenes, before I really got a shot!
Hit the studio quick, still needin' ta′ prove somethin′
My skills got me the deal of the CD! You know it's jumpin′!
It was on now in '99, the first G-O-T-J!
Ya Dead Homie, Blaze, and ABK rippin′ the stage!
The first time I let them, then they cried in the sunshine
Six minutes shorter, the E-P's full play time
Still confused to some, givin′ love for one that's G
That's when we really toured the streets an′ people started hearin′ me
From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey, my skills increased
Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD, that′s all for this spree!
I keep it grindin' like an old set of car brakes, started off with a duel player and casette tapes
By ′95 my life was frustrated, so I developed my mentals an' let the funk recreate it
Then I hit the stage with my homie, Blaze, thuggin for life, city to city tours under the lights
Straight outta Detroit grindin′ Warrior, baby
I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety
This is Psychopathic, bitch boy, an′ 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! Fo′ real!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
We kep' hustlin'! We kep′ grindin′!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
We kep' hustlin'! We kep′ grindin′!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
Muthafuckas, don't trip, I′m one of the youngest Homies on the block
Been keepin' it grindin' with a dot, an′ on my way to the fuckin′ top
Because we underneath the surface, be prepared to be real hurt, bitch
We came from the gutter, an' 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′ befo' some of y'all was even startin′ to grow
Some of y′all don't even know′ so many shows by 18
And by my 21st, I was on the national scene an' see
Been given an oppurtunity to speak my words an′, yo!
Be keepin' it wicked an′ run with the hatchet, for sho, so slow your roll
My name is Bonez an' this be O-T
We murderin' fucks ′til the sun come 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 ever 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 beginning, my mission was to make it to the hatchet
Then I did it and started laughin', I grinded an' look what happened
My mind is not on this planet, ′cause y′all thought that we vanished
But God's hand got my back, an′ the games still get me fuckin' mad
I start poppin′ off at the mouth, when somethin' bothers me
You muthafuckers better give it up for R-O-C!
You muthafuckers better give it up for A-M-B!
DJ Clay mixtapes, gettin′ paid and makin' haters bleed!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
All the blood an′ the tears I spent on most of my years
An' all my time end up on the grind, to conquer most of my fears
Of the unknown an′ would I make it? Was it worth the sacrifice?
Skippin' meals and skippin' bills, I hoped that it was worth the price
Of the love of my kids, an′ 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 mic in hand, the other grip into the Glock
An′ kept one eye up on the prize, the other fixed up on the clock
It was the hustle in my heart that let me know I wouldn't fail
I would end up on the stage or I would end up in a cell
An′ then one Monday afternoon, I got that call from Psychopathic
Put the pistol in the drawer, an now I'm runnin′ with the hatchet
(Whoop Whoop!)
We kep' hustlin'! We kep′ grindin′!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep' grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin′! We kep' grindin′!
I was sixteen young, and was never put on
But was put down strong when Rudeboy 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 dolla′s
St. Andrew's Hall (Yeah!) Remember it all (Yeah!)
When I went into this fall, who′d a thought I'd 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
An′ 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 kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep' hustlin′! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep' grindin′!
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We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
We kep′ hustlin'! We kep′ grindin'!
