Lyrics
Vinum keep it gritty, spittin flows ghetto flows.
See me rolling through Amsterdam, skullcap and baggy clothes.
Late night solo, heading home from the cub.
My aim in the game, to spread more pain than love.
For my hustlers and thugs, playing ceelo and craps.
Who get excited in the night, when they hear a gun clap.
For my hookers and hoes, coochie professionals.
Going to stores with no money, and leaving in new clothes.
Thorned like a rose, with faces just as pretty.
Ready to clap the club, like shine and Diddy.
I switch like a five speed, with my foot on the clutch.
Beware of clown n*** s, who smile too much.
Those are the type, who plane your demise.
They speak ten percent truth, and ninety percent lies.
Can’t look in your eyes, when they be speaking.
Cuz I see through the lies, and leave their brains leaking.
Keep it gritty, rolling through streets so swiftly.
My real live n*** z in your cities toll with me.
Avoiding po-po, smoke treez like reggie noble.
Throwing bolos, set it off like Hans Solo.
Keep it gritty, rolling through streets so swiftly.
My real live n*** z in your cities, roll with me.
Play for keeps, in these ghetto mean streets.
Cuz life ain’t sweet, and catz hustle just too eat.
Sitting in the window, waiting for a hot scene.
Timb boots fat chain, dressed in Wu-Tang jeans.
Envious catz turn green, while looking at me.
Cuz my team chases cream, from a “G” to a key.
Your breathing is free, but living costs chedda.
The day may be sunny, no predicting the weather.
So stack your chips now, cuz you’ll need them for later.
To smash through catz, like a NFL player.
Natural attraction, like refrigerator magnets.
Leave you a mystery, like a episode of dragnet.
Who got’s next, nobodies taking my place.
Step in my face, I’ll ventilate some space.
Hog tied on the floor, with a timb boot lace.
Hide the body in the closet, so there’s no police case.
No catching a case, I get away free and clear.
To attack stereo systems, leaving rappers in fear.
Keep it gritty, rolling through streets so swiftly.
My real live n*** z in your cities toll with me.
Avoiding po-po, smoke treez like reggie noble.
Throwing bolos, set it off like Hans Solo.
Keep it gritty, rolling through streets so swiftly.
My real live n*** z in your cities, roll with me.
Play for keeps, in these ghetto mean streets.
Cuz life ain’t sweet, and catz hustle just too eat.
Vinum may have patience, but don’t test my limits.
For chips I’ll hunt you down using construction rivets.
I don’t talk it I live it, if you want it come get it.
I got blood thirsty n*** z who be truly with it.
Your dome they’ll split it, just like a grape.
Super thug n*** z, wearing timbs an a cape.
So watch who you beef with, and creep with.
I know a girl with nine shots, I can let you sleep with.
She’s secret, so I won’t say her name.
Beware when she busts all you feel is pain.
Recognize the game, and it will take you places.
Only carrying chips, that got the big faces.
Winning big races, in your sports car.
Never catch me drunk, just leaned at the bar.
Haters never ask, cuz they know who we are.
Chatting with a dime that’s dressed like a star.
Keep it gritty, rolling through streets so swiftly.
My real live n*** z in your cities toll with me.
Avoiding po-po, smoke treez like reggie noble.
Throwing bolos, set it off like Hans Solo.
Keep it gritty, rolling through streets so swiftly.
My real live n*** z in your cities, roll with me.
Play for keeps, in these ghetto mean streets.
Cuz life ain’t sweet, and catz hustle just too eat.
