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West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

S.P.M.

Frost Presents Somethin' for the Riderz

2003

were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17

Hit Man

Cool Breeze

East Point's Greatest Hit

1999

bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your

you scared
Focused on me your life has been spared
I'm focused on me, for you I don't care
We grind for our wins, get it by any means 
My life's

and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this

By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit
Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it
The past couple

and they never shoot
My lil niggas drive down and slam on you like they 7'2
Big steppin hit em with several then he make the news
Big tellin playin by

Threesome

Jay Tee

Latino Velvet

1997

bitch but two hoes
Big banks and new clothes
It's the path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours!

Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville
We

to the pavement.
Watch the smoke clear ‘cause the fire was blazin’.
Know a couple fake people but I’m not namin’.
Got big dreams so I’m on a money mission,
Want

, full of rappers and snappers
A Cadillac float full of trapsters
Carryin a sign sayin "It's Our Time"
I wave sayin I would never diss y'all grind
So I'm

So fuck staying fly
We tryna stay alive
Ain't tryna have our lives get swept by the tide of whatever they decide
Let's ride for ourselves
Don't expect

Into the Night

Chris Batson

Into the Night

2018

Never got robbed by the majors
Used to get robbed by the neighbors
I really want to make this clear
Yeah, every year is our year
Swear it's not even

The big city grind is so far behind
I know a place I can hide
the lights on the bay show me the way
soon I'll be there by her side
bright August moon

Mercy

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

[Verse 1]
Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust
Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest
How much pain, can I

War Witcha Homeboy

Young Buck

Case Dismissed

2006

grind, waited in tha line
Thinkin' dat we'd both git rich in due time (Nigga!)
My blessin' came and people started to listin
It's G-Unit now so I put him

at the round table with the millionaires
Walk in the label tell them this our year
I been on the grind o.t
Feeling like the man right now
Blowing kush by the oz

this far
You probly went to class, we skipped ours
And when we never came home
Baby we sent flowers
It's grind time, missed showers
Had my iPod playing

Romeo and Juliet

Chill

Raw Sylk

1998

around
Because it's sleezy
Good lesson taught by my big homey E-Z
I got to compliment you on how you please me
Touch me, but don't tease me
Now put it

da stats of da inner city blacks
Do enough to get by some falling thru da cracks
Selling weed selling crack, tell me where dey get it at
Handcuffs

will get blown
Never  fear at that man, They were raised by a man
meh father was a shotta.
So we bond as one.
They come up with a truth, and I seen what

get it
We’ll cross the border
Or we’ll show up in London “tryna” cross the water
Come to give em torture on our way to fortune
Come in easy like we

at the time 
Cause we was broke out our mind
We had to stay on the grind
We ain’t have money no kind
We ate just what we could find
But God came through every

(Intro)
I been fighting these demons. by any means, she said i love you, but baby please, please just don't lie, inside my mind, stuck in my grind

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Honest T: clright everybody I'd like to welcome you back to the Truth a big up to
all our

you better hope
that this isn't heaven
cause then it only gets worse
by definition
we're burning through 
our twenties
like a machine gun 
turret