24/7

Lyrics

[Intro: Peezy] I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda) Pistol on my side twenty-four seven I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven Twenty-four seven Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven Twenty-four seven [Verse 1: Peezy] Yeah I be on the grind twenty-four seven (All day) On the run for a case, I pray they don't catch me My dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (Go ahead) And if a nigga think he slick then we gon' dome check him State troopers in the hood got me in the 'burbs (Shit hot) Somebody got killed but won't nobody say a word Detectives goin' door to door, say they need some answers (Uh-huh) But the 6 Mile shit more serious than cancer (Real shit) Blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer And VIP with all black on like the Panthers And VIP with that strap on like a bouncer (Uh-huh) Flood my hood with that pack, niggas reign the ounces (Come get it) Three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (Ghetto Boyz) Fresh as shit at the crib and I ain't even leave it Heard these niggas takin' big, but they ain't even eatin' Just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, nigga [Chorus: Peezy & 7 Mile Clee] Ayy I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day) Money on my mind twenty-four seven (All day) Pistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now) Ride low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top) I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Gettin' it) Duckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em) Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Runnin') I done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven [Verse 2: 7 Mile Clee] One of the coldest on the East, [?] throw a P Fuck what you heard, bitch, we good on any street Twenty-four seven, work three sixty-five Fourty-five for the cookie, moon rock, sixty-five I ain't never, ever lie, it's a strap by my side Fifty pints in the four, with a tee on the door Only talk it 'cause I live it, y'all niggas bullshittin' Feds all through this bitch, somebody been snitchin' So I dip low, Hi-Tec, no Hipno Lil' bro let that SIG go just to let you lames know Don't sneak diss my name, ho, 'cause I hit your main ho We switch lanes in Range Roves, you know how that can go In and out like a drive-through, hit your block when I drive through Air it out then I come back, fuck nigga, you don't get shit back So miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap Miss me with that chit-chat, bitch nigga, this more than rap [Chorus: Peezy] Ayy I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Every day) Money on my mind twenty-four seven (All day) Pistol on my side twenty-four seven (Right now) Ride low, gettin' high twenty-four seven (Off top) I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven (Let's get it) Duckin' the police twenty-four seven (Fuck 'em) Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven (Yeah) I done playin' for keeps twenty-four seven (Let's get it) [Outro: Peezy] I be on the grind twenty-four seven (Rush Murda) Pistol on my side twenty-four seven I be gettin' cheese twenty-four seven Twenty-four seven Runnin' through these streets twenty-four seven Twenty-four seven