Shine Cause I Grind - Mike Jones, Crime Mob

Chorus:2x's

Hoes on my nob, and I ain’t got a job, I shine cause I grind, I ain’t gotta steal

and rob

I shine-I shine cause I grind, I shine cause I grind, I shine cause I grind,

I ain’t gotta steal and rob

Okay, I shine cause I grind, and all I f**k is dimes

I broke the whole pound down and re’d up 4 times

A street hustler, I gotta get it up any way I can

And keep my eyes on dem boys jumpin' out dem black vans

I’m a man, get it right, cause I ain’t playn'

Six shots out the roof it’ll make you feel what I’m sayn'

And these hoes be on my nob, like a motherf**kn' hand

Every fight, the Mariot, she let me beat it like a band

I never had to rob, I never had a job

They wouldn’t hire me cause I was lookn' like a slob

At school I was a fool, my grades was off the wall

Was failin' every class so they wouldn’t let me play no ball

I started makin' beats, then hooked up wit these thugs

Been grindn' everyday while steamn' away from sellin' drugs

Didn’t have to steal no dubs or leave um' wit no pocket lint

Nigga I’m shinen' cause I’m grindin', I been shinen' ever since hoe

Chorus:2x's

Watch me yall a be lookin for a come up

Stay on the grind all the time gotta get mine I’ma a hustla

I stay away from the hata’s and the bustas

Naw I ain’t fake I don’t talk cause I don’t trust ya

Neva gotta sell rocks just to get dough I do my shit the right way just so I

can get mo' cause if you don’t you gon' use it as a question and try to bust a

nigga’s head everytime the money get low you already know money is my mind

frame

Nigga’s jackin mine they ain’t got no type of mind games cause ellenwood is

where I hang

Do my shit myself got my own rules and my ways

I got a aura about myself and that’s greatness

Neva settle for the less stop all the hata shit

Don’t get offended cause I’m gettin mine to make it

And I’m tryin always can’t nobody come and take this

Money makin my everyday mission I slippin if I don’t flip

All you sucka’s you listen this pimpin keep these bitches whipped straight from

the bottom now ballin ridin high

Wit my niggas neva could I be a lame

Cause them lame’s don’t count figures they roll nickel’s

And they definitely love to hate and I shine in they face

While they throw they life away

Imma keep on countin cake

Keep that yip yap to yo' self

I got music on this shelf holla when you get a hit under yo belt…

Chorus :2x's

Look I got nigga’s playin pitty pat tryna get that kitty kat ain’t no shame

cause I need a nigga wit a job I’ma grind through the heat or the sleet or the

snow stayin up on my top baby even through the fall standin tall neva settle

for less so I’m the best neva second guessin cause ya girl want it all down da

hustle just to get it off the muscle if i have to I’ma struggle cause I am down

for my nigga’s crime mob neva betta for deez streets for da' heat you betta

practice what you preach cause everybody want a lil peace now you f**king wit

some real o.

g's everytime we hit the scene all that bullshit gon decease catch

a nigga wit a stick beat hata’s gon get slick come up with some t and

mothaf**ka.