"Blam Blam" lyrics - KILLER MIKE

Grind time (Lord have mercy!)

Yo, one time for your mind, this is Grind Time check and (welcome to the Grind House)

And we gonna do it West Indian style for you this time
Yo, Smith and Cash on the beat

When the Glock go blam, blam (boom!)
You're doggy doggy diggy done
You're done done
No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run, run
Grind Time motherfuckers here we come, come
Once again when the Glock go blam, blam (boom!)
You're doggy doggy diggy done
You're done done
No there's nowhere to hide nowhere to run, run
Grind Time motherfuckers here we come, come
Rude boys if you feel me bust your gun

Hey, usually, the tooler be, beside me when I cruise the street
Move your feet, lose your seat
He who moves, usually
Cool it B, slow your row
These niggers out here cool with me
Rock the same shoes as me, went to the same school as me
News it be, that these niggers out here tryin' to prey upon you
I just called, let 'cha know, you need to keep the K upon you
Chop up all your credit cards, get rid of all the yay upon you
Skeet skeet, move fast, don't let them bitches lay upon you
I know you really want to be a-rollin' instead
Hey there's some niggers out here trying to put a hole in your head
And they sold it for bread
Funny that life that we chose
Fast cars and this money and these triflin' hoes (keep it real)

Who wanna test out the goon of the pride
I keep it on my hip, they call me "iron-side"
Known to let a few fly, that made a few die
Some fell straight down, others hang-glide
But, none of them survive the rising of the tide
Drown in they own blood, like pigs in the mud
Insert a few plugs, make sure he don't budge
Toss the throwaways, I don't hold a grudge

Can't you smell, pass the spliff
Scoop me in the Jag and dip
Bag a bitch and flag a ship
Opened her like a bag of chips
Houdini, a genie, outta bikini, that's a magic trick
Abracadabra, I caught it all on camera (voila)
Amazing stamina, far from a amateur
Smoking lavender, it's slightly lighter than purple with a Merc-u
My family matters but ain't no Urkels in my circle of trust
Amongst each other, we trust each brother

It's another mad situation, sad situation
That every nigger I know is in a bad situation (situation)
I'm tired of waiting, tired of being patient
Tired of waking up, wondering if we gonna make it (gonna make it)
My hands are full, I'm a Grind Time disciple
Right hand, the bible, left hand, a rifle (a rifle)
We freed us boys, and we both got degrees
I got mine from the schools, he got his from the streets
Told me, 'little nigger, don't be like me' (like me)
Guess I didn't listen, no disrespect to he (now back to me)
It's kinda sad that that's all I wanna be (I wanna be)
A member of the gang, rapping and using slang (using slang)
And even at career day, I said the same thing
Teacher shook her head, what a goddamn shame
But really, motherfucker, who really should you blame? (I am)
Product of my environment (I am)
Working towards retirement
Just another motherfucker trying to come up
Head above the water and get head from your daughter (OK)
But who gives a fuck?
Go on, sign me up
Big Slim in the building, nigger, throw your G's up

The ruger man, a toolish man
From here to Jerusalem, man
Used to move it down
Twelve hundred sixty two grams
Heavy Chevy running, fuck it
It's a bucket trap car
Red dogs, dominating it, trying to trap a track star
Hell no, we underrated, that'll be the day, ma
Catch me in the A', ma, hey, I got the yay, ma
Slick double-play partner parking lot pimpin' on him
Dropper dropping, whip it on him
Cop a block and flip it on him
Pussy boy, butty boy
You ain't never shot a shotty, boy
You a butty boy
Never shot a boy
That's why I shot up all your shotters, boy
Left for dead are in my hot tub, boy
Blunts are mad dose ya
Saturate the pole on me for mad odor
Nickel plated four-fours strike like mad cobra
Call John to come get 'em, 'cause him life over
Tell him sheriff John Brown, if he come through town
He will be shot down
Upon sight, upon day, upon night
He'll be dead upon the river
With them butty boys and the name for my niggers
Beaten, swollen, bloated like an elephant, man
Blunt, swollen, bloated like an elephant, man
Past getting high, smoking for the hell of it, man
If you ain't Grind Time you irrelevant, man
Not Peal, not Jones, not Rio, sheeit, I'm sorry ho
Not Zack, not Jack, not bill collector, hey
Fuck you very much, hope you have a very bad day, Grind Time

(Hahahahahaha)