Kept Grindin’

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clay] Juggalos... come out and play [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Verse 1: Violent J] The overwhelming workload that it takes, the shakin' off snakes The pains and the aches, wrong moves and mistakes They disrupt, they corrupt and distract you from your mission And all those who let go and spend their lives wishin' and missin' I couldn't listen in school, I felt I had a different callin' But all anybody did was roll their eyes and start yawnin' But this is real life and only you is livin' through your lives There are dreamers, those who want it, and us, who won't be denied It's a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin' free Unless you plucked it from a tree, which ain't ICP Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J (Refuse to lose!) Livin' proof, do what you got and you can do what you choose [Verse 2: Shaggy 2 Dope] Now I'll just sit back on this track like a little bitch and reminisce But instead, I'll kick a little history all about the hatchet By this time in the game, most motherfuckers, they done fell apart In these years, we still shinin' and we just now gettin' our start Inner City Posse jumped on the scene and we was mad crewed up In the end, when shit got rough and tough, it was just the two of us While you was up in the club, gettin' your grind and your sip on We was in the parkin' lot, hittin' up cars, gettin' our flyers on Did my first show when I was sixteen and still pullin' my schemes J holdin' out a drive-thru window at Burger King to support our dreams It seemed like yesterday, the world wasn't ready for two clown freaks But we kept grindin', now who on whose dick? Well, bitch, shit! [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Verse 3: Monoxide] I woke up in the mornin' with my head on backwards (Oh!) Went from street livin' to an underground master (Oh!) Went from sellin' baggies in alleys to sellin' bangers from here to Cali And rollin' with the Psychopathic family! (Oh, oh, oh!) I started out with Krazees, hooked up with Violent J The rest is still bein' written like a biography Don't think you know my story, 'cause there's too much to tell Just know that I've been on the grind and I've been doin' well (Yeah!) Since the days of makin' tapes in the basement We came a long way, I'd like to see you do the same shit Monoxide, and I'm Twiztid with a Z Carnival representin' 'til I D-I-E [Verse 4: Jamie Madrox & DJ Clay] We met ICP way back, tourin' once or twice They was real cool, felt like we known 'em all our life They said "You ever wanna sign with them?" We was like "Hell yeah, we down to grind with friends!" They put us on, this is way before the family era When we toured for three years with a T-shirt Gettin' mixed response from the bleachers and show-goers Now prepared for rhyme-flowers and flamethrowers, we stayed focused In '98 we dropped our first LP Psychopathic presents "Twiztid Mostasteless: the CD" Go out and get it bitch, the shit is cold as ice So dope that we released it twice And we still here... (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!) [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Verse 5: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] It started as a guest stop, parlayed into a real spot Worked behind the scenes before I really got a shot Hit the studio quick, still needin' to prove somethin' My skills got me the deal off the CD, you know it's Dumpin' It was on now in '99, the first GOTJ Ya Dead Homie Blaze and ABK rippin' the stage The first time 11-minute grind in the sunshine Six minutes short of the EP's full playtime Still confusin' some, give 'em love with One Less G That's when we really toured the streets and people started hearin' me From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Gray, my skills increased Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD: Last House on Dead Street! (Oh!) [Verse 6: Anybody Killa] I keep it grindin' like an old set of car brakes Started off with a dual player and cassette tapes By '95, my life was frustrated So I developed my mentals and let the funk recreate it And 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, and 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, for real! [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Verse 7: Bonez Dubb] Motherfuckers don't trip, I'm one of the youngest homies on the (Block) And keepin' it grindin' with a (Dot), and on my way to the fuckin (Top) Because we underneath the surface, be prepared to get real hurt, bitch We came from the gutter and now I'm fuckin' your mother and workin' it I know I'm only 24 up in this ho, but check it, yo I was smokin' befo' some of y'all even was startin' to grow Some of y'all don't even know, so many shows by eighteen And by my twenty-first, I was on the national scene, see? Been given the opportunity to speak my words, and yo Be keepin' it wicked and run with the hatchet for sho', so slow your roll My name is Bonez and this be O-T We murderin' fucks 'til the sun come up, that's why they call us AMB! [Verse 8: Otis] Hey homie, I hope you listen to my rappin' 'Cause rappin' is all I have, it's all that ever fuckin' mattered Your heart can get shattered, your pockets can get fatter Just grind like me and mine and you'll shine like my family In the beginning, my mission was to make it to the hatchet Then I did it and started laughin', I grinded and look what happened My mind is not on this planet, 'cause y'all thought that we vanished But God's Hand got my back and the game still get me fuckin' mad I start poppin' off at the mouth when somethin' bothers me You motherfuckers better give it up for R.O.C You motherfuckers better give it up for A.M.B DJ Clay mixtapes, gettin' paid, and makin' haters bleed! [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Verse 9: Boondox] All the blood and the tears I spent on most of my years And all of my time and all of the grind to conquer most of my fears Of the unknown and wouldn't make it and was it worth the sacrifice Skippin' meals and skippin' bills, I hoped that it was worth the price Or the love of my kids and would they hate me in the end For all the time I didn't spend, I knew I'd have to make amends So I kept the mic in hand, the other grippin' to the Glock And kept one eye on the prize, the other fixed up on the clock It was a hustle in my heart that let me know I wouldn't fail I would end up on a stage or would I end up in a cell And then, one Monday afternoon, I got that call from Psychopathic Put the pistol in the drawer and now I'm runnin' with a hatchet! (Whoop Whoop!) [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Verse 10: DJ Clay] I was sixteen, young, and was never put on But was put down strong when Rude Boy gave me a call Sayin' that the wicked clowns had a party called Big Ballas And if I wanted to come spin and make a couple dollars St. Andrew's Hall (Yeah!) Remember it all (Yeah!) From that window to this wall, who'd have thought I'd last this long? (Yeah!) Then when '06 came around, you can Fuck the Fuck Off! It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope, I was on my first tour And little did I know it was the first of many more Now I'm pushin' out mixtapes for the Juggalos And the love I get from them keeps me higher than some Dro That's why I'm standin' here, arms crossed just to let you know how we... [Hook: All] We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' We kept hustlin', we kept grindin' [Outro: DJ Clay] Don't forget to keep a eye out for Volume 4! Let 'Em Bleed, DJ Clay, and the entire Psychopathic Family! Can't do nothin' now but get bigger, motherfucker! Yeah!