Stop My Grind lyrics

[Intro: ComptonAssTG]
Whoadie

[Verse 1: ComptonAssTG]
If you ain't with us, you against us, you can't f*ck with us
If you go against us, on the gang, you gon' buck with us
You could never break us up, 'cause the loyalty stuck with us
n*ggas better buckle up, 'cause it's finna be a wild ride
It ain't no doubt, b*tch, we outside
You better have your heat, 'cause it ain't good on Atlantic Drive
He tried to talk it out, I left him stankin' with his mouth wide
'Cause we don't peace treat a PC in the Southside
Granny was religious, wonder where I found this lifestyle
Always was a knucklehead, ain't no tellin' me to pipe down
You owe me somethin', tear it off, I need it right now
Your circle in the circus, that just mean you n*ggas all clowns
Rollin' with the troopers who be troopin' 'til a man down
We don't see 'em out, we hold position, we gon' stand ground
I'm rollin' with the troopers who be troopin' 'til a man down
We don't see 'em out, we hold position, we gon' stand ground
Ain't no buyin' grams from this trap, b*tch, we sell pounds
How you claim you gang gang, but n*ggas never see you 'round?
PO on some bullsh*t, talkin' 'bout I gotta sit it down
Told her see you when they catch me, in other words, I'ma see you 'round

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Why these n*ggas tryna stop my shine?
Why these n*ggas tryna stop my grind?
I done been places where the sun don't shine
But these n*ggas never stop my grind
[Verse 2: ComptonAssTG]
Now homies wanna trip on homies? f*ck that, let's go get active, n*gga
Ridin' down Atlantic somethin' like a Fear Factor, n*gga
Goons on alert, they go berserk and we'll clap a n*gga
Wet 'em like baptism, yeah, we got strap with us
Ayy to the fade, on my mama, b*tch, I'm that n*gga
Four hoes on the boulevard, ask Josh, b*tch, I'm that n*gga
Bounce out on the suckers with a Tommy, no Hilfiger
Mama respect my gangster, she even told me I'm a real n*gga
It's like back in school how we takin' all these field trips
They think I slowed down 'cause I started rappin', cuz, I'm still trippin'
Just 'cause you don't see me don't mean I'm not up in the field, n*gga
No studio, we real Crippin'
No masseuse, 'cause I don't feel n*ggas
August 3rd, '96, mama made a Loc
Raised around gangsters, don't panic, sh*t ain't a joke
I just talked to Bang, he still troopin' even on the four
Watch out for them snakes, 'cause they'll get you while you at your low

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Why these n*ggas tryna stop my shine?
Why these n*ggas tryna stop my grind?
I done been places where the sun don't shine
But these n*ggas never stop my grind

[Outro: ComptonAssTG]
I tell no lies, you lose your soul
Tell no tale, the truth be told
If you know me, then you know
That I'm a gangster, I'm a gangster, whoadie
I tell no lies, you lose your soul
Tell no tale, the truth be told
If you know me, then you know
That I'm a gangster, I'm a gangster