Giggs & Joe Grind – Beatbreakin' Lyrics

Giggs & Joe Grind – Beatbreakin' Lyrics
Beatbreakin'
Giggs & Joe Grind
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    "Beatbreakin'." - Giggs & Joe Grind

    Album: Da Hollowgrind
    Track No: 01
    I been canned full of hard bars some other time, you get me?
    Real grindy on the streets
    Grind (no)
    You couldn't really tell this is a phone ting
    Spare no-one shit (spare)
    Yeah, this is real hard (hard)
    **** bust guns (baow)
    Fuck them little lighters, I wanna see flames (flames)
    'Cause this will make a ****, wheel up and come again
    Grind is the name, blood I didn't have to say that
    Look at my ring, and my jacket, and my grind hat
    Boxers with pockets, real **** wouldn't mind that (trust)
    Put your things in them, and the feds won't find that
    Got me caught slipping, if I do, then I'm peace (peace)
    'Cause the feds can't touch Giggs, they're trying shit on me (me)
    I'm just tryna make Ps (Ps)
    I start a little buis, stack a bit, then the shit turns 300 degrees (celsius)
    I had a J-O-B (B)
    My boss is pissed 'cause I was making money on the side, he's a D-I-C (hey)
    But that won't stop me (nah)
    I make my grind, yeah, all my haters look, look
    Watch me make few cheese (here)
    This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
    This is normal, it's nothing
    Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
    Spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
    This is spare no
    This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
    This is normal, it's nothing
    Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
    This is spare no
    I want stacked an elastic band (bands)
    I'm up early with the cocaine scales and the plastic bads (plastic)
    Smash out coke (coke), grab that dough (dough)
    That should be the definition of a smash and grab
    The amount of times I've had to clap at fags (fags)
    But it's either that or I can wait 'til my back gets stabbed
    Somebody's snitching, I ain't acting bad (nah)
    But the shit I'ma do when I catch that -
    N- don't want me fucking mad (nah)
    'Cause that's when I'll go old school
    Rolling with my straps in cabs (straps in cabs)
    Two-three straps and mags (straps and mags)
    And you can go to war and tell your family "Right, pack them bags"
    They say they've never heard of trap this bag (bag)
    But Boom gave me the beat, I grabbed the pen, and I smashed that pad
    My son don't even know it yet but when he's talking to me
    He's looking at a smash hit dad
    This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
    This is normal, it's nothing
    Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare, spare, no, no, one)
    This is spare no
    This is dirty disgusting, breath holding breath taking
    This is normal, it's nothing
    Spare no-one be breakin' (trust)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare no (spare)
    This is spare No (spare, spare, no, no, one)
    This is spare, no

    Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Marcus Lloyd Thompson.

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