[00:35.671]Bitch
[00:36.960]Protect your neck, I spit out a razor
[00:39.972]I'm getting my paper, I came from the underground like a cicada
[00:43.769]All of my niggas is dogs, Rottweilers and Pit Bulls
[00:47.028]Said my attitude bad, but don't get ****ed 'cause my dick good
[00:50.539]Sweet Petey, raw nigga, drink heavy, smoke a lot
[00:54.050]I dig in to your throat, bitch, and unplug the chords to your vocal box
[00:57.562]Crush pills, snort the lines, blow the snot, aww shit
[01:01.137]I go hard like the old Eve, with the short hair and the paw prints
[01:06.237]I'm like DMX in the jean suit
[01:08.544]Four years old I became a man, my nuts dropped and my meat grew
[01:12.137]I get in a windbreaker, right before I breeze through
[01:15.628]Your bitch crib, and I bet she give long neck like an Emu
[01:19.392]Many criticize, but we all got to eat
[01:22.659]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[01:26.210]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[01:29.720]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[01:33.234]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[01:37.057]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[01:40.571]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[01:44.084]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[01:47.642]I give a **** about nothing, as long as I'm ****in and nuttin'
[01:51.156]I'm off my rocker, on that vodka, better not touch all my buttons
[01:54.956]Yeah bitch I'm on my high horse, I been down for too long
[01:58.470]There's been nights on the grind when I didn't think I would come home
[02:02.229]But I'm super-nigga, super-nigga, do-rag with my cape out
[02:06.242]Keep on running your dick sucker, bet I smack the taste out
[02:09.833]I could eat a whole damn rack of ribs, might just rip your cage out
[02:13.657]Might snatch your lungs too, and that's what I call take out
[02:16.926]Quit fronting like you wanna rumble
[02:20.259]But I know that you're sweet like a honey suckle
[02:23.557]Got your bitch coochie juice on my ****in' knuckle
[02:28.642]I don't even got no ending for this shit
[02:31.653]Many criticize, but we all got to eat
[02:34.661]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[02:38.427]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[02:41.939]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[02:45.452]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[02:49.014]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[02:52.561]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[02:56.367]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[02:59.883]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[03:03.708]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[03:07.220]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
[03:10.980]Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
[03:14.491]Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat

Bitch
Protect your neck, I spit out a razor
I'm getting my paper, I came from the underground like a cicada
All of my niggas is dogs, Rottweilers and Pit Bulls
Said my attitude bad, but don't get ****ed 'cause my dick good
Sweet Petey, raw nigga, drink heavy, smoke a lot
I dig in to your throat, bitch, and unplug the chords to your vocal box
Crush pills, snort the lines, blow the snot, aww shit
I go hard like the old Eve, with the short hair and the paw prints
I'm like DMX in the jean suit
Four years old I became a man, my nuts dropped and my meat grew
I get in a windbreaker, right before I breeze through
Your bitch crib, and I bet she give long neck like an Emu
Many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
I give a **** about nothing, as long as I'm ****in and nuttin'
I'm off my rocker, on that vodka, better not touch all my buttons
Yeah bitch I'm on my high horse, I been down for too long
There's been nights on the grind when I didn't think I would come home
But I'm super-nigga, super-nigga, do-rag with my cape out
Keep on running your dick sucker, bet I smack the taste out
I could eat a whole damn rack of ribs, might just rip your cage out
Might snatch your lungs too, and that's what I call take out
Quit fronting like you wanna rumble
But I know that you're sweet like a honey suckle
Got your bitch coochie juice on my ****in' knuckle
I don't even got no ending for this shit
Many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat
Gotta get, gotta get on the grind, gotta get on the grind
Many, many criticize, but we all got to eat