| I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
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| Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this
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| The motherfucking really want me to stop it
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| You better make me, make me, make me
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| All black pimps driving black Mercedes
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| Ride around town with my shit all creaky
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| Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
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| You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me
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| Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth
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| The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
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| Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth
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| The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
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| Why still rap my nigga 'cause I’m the truth
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| The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
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| Riding on the train when I couldn’t buy a coupe
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| I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop
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| Digging in the crates I’m just tryin' to find a loop
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| Then I rhyme over your head like I’m trying to design a roof
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| You only get one shot, I’m the type to shoot
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| No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop
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| I’m a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen
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| I ain’t dissing but this is constructive criticism
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| You been rapping all your life my nigga
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| I think it’s time to drop the mic my nigga
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| I ain’t wanna knock advice
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| So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage
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| I drop the mic my nigga
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| See I’m out on boxing life
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| And I won’t throw in the towel
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| And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga
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| I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
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| Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this
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| The motherfucking really want me to stop it
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| You better make me, make me, make me
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| All black pimps driving black Mercedes
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| Ride around town with my shit all creaky
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| Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
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| You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me
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| Ain’t no quitter any bullshitter,
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| Any forfeiter in me if I’m chasing more benjies
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| Please don’t continue, it’s the poor nigga in me
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| Waging a war against pennies
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| If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me
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| So much game in the hood
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| I’m observing plenty from OG’s
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| As I reach in I pour some in here
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| In a cup, It’s Pac and Eminem
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| It’s against all odds
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| And I don’t give a fuck man, I don’t give a fuck
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| Yeah that’s what’s up
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| I slap hands with Hove
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| I gave dept to Pov
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| I got game from Russel
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| I think that’s enough motivation
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| And never let succes pass me up
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| Master P told me, keep both feet in the game
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| Inspiration came from too many people to name
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| Now that I’m up yeah I got to keep it the same
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| I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game
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| I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
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| Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don’t lay this
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| The motherfucking really want me to stop it
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| You better make me, make me, make me
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| All black pimps driving black Mercedes
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| Ride around town with my shit all creaky
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| Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
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| You gotta make me, make me, don’t make me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up) , by - Crooked I. Song from the album Psalm 82:6, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп