Pipe Down (feat. Braedoe, Swerve, Erie Baby & 473 Paid) - Grizz Grindin

I'm working on dying Said you belong to the streets but the streets belong to me It's like home to me (she belongs to the streets) It's like home to me I tatted your passport up now it's lookin' like a arm sleeve Just know that was all me And when you see Chanel, I wish that's how you saw me That shit you tell Chanel, I wish that's how you called me That raw shit, that honesty, yeah You know I love you more than all them niggas put together And it's a lot of niggas trust, I put the list together And it's a lot just to assume we're meant to be together You gotta live that shit for real, you can't just say whatever You can never tell nobody that you held me down If it was ride or die then you should've been there right now So I don't get how you're yelling at me How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down) How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down) All the things I've done up until right now (right now) I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down) Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue) Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you How much I pay in for you to pipe down? (Pipe down) How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? Tried to run it back a hundred times The world is yours, but the city's mine I can't believe you put it on your mother's life I can't believe you told me it was ride or die 'Cause you're not here, somehow you're still alive True enough, I know you from the other side I set my expectations way too high Yeah, and I would listen to the lies that you would tell all night Angel eyes, but you've been giving me hell all night I know the book that you would write is a tell some, not a tell all Just to make sure that you well off, you a sell all rights Why does your ex think we beefin', is that man alright? That nigga can't even look at me, he fell off twice And I'm back poppin, I still remember the day I saw you I was on your ass like back pockets Niggas love to hate, but what is that stopping? So much shit I wanted to say, straight to your face 'Cause you're so two-faced, that I don't know which face You're the reason we'll be going separate ways You're the reason we cannot communicate It's not the things you say, it's what you don't say I'm not in your way, you're in your own way So I don't get how you're yelling at me How much I gotta spend for you to pipe down? (Pipe down) How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? (Pipe down) All the things I've done up until right now (right now) I need a thousand pages just to write it down (write it down) Writing down these feelings, it's been overdue (overdue) Don't know how many pens it's gonna take to get over you How much I pay in for you to pipe down? (Pipe down) How deep I gotta dig for you to pipe down? Baby pipe down Ooh, ooh, ooh

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This was way before the Family era! When we toured for three years With a t-shirt! Gettin' mixed response from the bleachers An' show-goers, now prepared for rock-throwers An' flamethrowers we stayed focused! In '98, we dropped our first LP! Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid! Mostasteless the CD! Go out and get it bitch! The shit is cold as ice! So dope that we released it twice, an' we still here! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! It started as a gas stop, parlayed into a real spot Worked behind the scenes, before I really got a shot! Hit the studio quick, still needin' ta' prove somethin' My skills got me the deal of the CD! You know it's jumpin'! It was on now in '99, the first G-O-T-J! Ya Dead Homie, Blaze, and ABK rippin' the stage! The first time I let them, then they cried in the sunshine Six minutes shorter, the E-P's full play time Still confused to some, givin' love for one that's G That's when we really toured the streets an' people started hearin' me From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey, my skills increased Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD, that's all for this spree! I keep it grindin' like an old set of car brakes, started off with a duel player and casette tapes By '95 my life was frustrated, so I developed my mentals an' let the funk recreate it Then I hit the stage with my homie, Blaze, thuggin for life, city to city tours under the lights Straight outta Detroit grindin' Warrior, baby I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety This is Psychopathic, bitch boy, an' we so sweet What you know about the label runnin' under the streets? This be Anybody Killa, homie, like me or not Over a hundred thousand sold, bitch, with one 'bout to drop! Fo' real! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! 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