Against Da Grain

[chorus]2x
So how we do it when we do it shawty, u-waayyy
That billy dee got me slizzard like, u-waayyy
We hit the club, make dem folks scream, u-waayyy
It's attic crew, let me hear you holla u-waayyy

[sean paul]
Youngbloodz, back on mo' time
Wanna get yo billy dee, ya know i got mine
Gettin the club crunk, damn near drunk
Roll wit 45, 12 peeves in my trunk
Give ya what ya want shawty, got what ya need
First some billy dee, second drank hennessee
Center of attention, all eyes are on me
Oh, that's sean paul a.k.a. sean grease
Oh, nevermind him 'cause he always on that soft
And roll wit a group of felons that'll rip you off
He slum as hell, seven golds in his mouth
He slizzard as hell, always hollin 'bout the south
And every week at the club he always get kicked out
I really think they hatin, tell me what is this about
But everything good, 'cause we gon' keep it crunk
And colt 45 gon' forever get drunk

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[j-bo]
Okay, one mo' time, ya'll folk know how we do it
Get in the club, make the crowd go u-way
It aint no thang shawty, get right to it
And see i'm gone on that get right fluid

[sean paul]
I say, ohh lord, liquor and draw
Cadillacs and vogues against whitewalls
Ohh lord, look at these broads
Wanna holla 'cause i ride vogues and whitewalls

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[j-bo]
From the jump, we gon' keep this thang crunk, yes indeed
Youngbloodz, attic crew, (u-waayyy) is what it be
See we guaranteed to shakem' off and throw 'em off
Now get it, get it shawty, what's up, now get 'em off
As we take you off and break you off one mo' gen
That's how we do it when we do it partna, in the wind
Wit 50 mo' attic fools shawty, steppin in
We to the ground wit this thang partna, 'til the end
Off in the club gettin slizzard shawty is what we do
Just like you cut dat bougie ho, yeah i done cut her too
Forever who from what we do, so we's against da grain
I am i, he is he and together we gon' regain and entertain
So get on up and just bounce
Wit the hump-ta-hump off in the trunk, so just bounce
Now come on and jump on befo' you get left
This aint nothin you wanna miss, so now it's on to the next

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[sean paul]
Sean paul, gotta get 'em drunk
Gotta shakem' off in the club, get it crunk
Give you what you want, shawty got what ya need
Set dat thang out, get down on ya knees
Ya know i'm kinda picky, like my girls tricky
Tricky kinda greasy, gotta be freaky
Sho' nuff, know to blow, that's how thangs go
Charge it to da game, ya know i gotta lay low
So tell me how ya know everything gravy
You're under to the cover 'cause my homeboy paid me
These gulls goin crazy, ya gotta shakem' off
They be all up in yo grill and i be all up in they mouth, ho

[chorus]4x
So shakem' off (shakem' off)
Shakem' off (shakem' off)
What's up, it's youngbloodz, we shakem' off (shakem' off)

[j-bo]
They about 5-4, 2 or 3 inches, cut 'em loose
And let 'em bend wit that wind as i guzzle duece
Goose cook, so is she hot wit dat boilin point
Must revolve 'cause these broads wanna lock dat joint
And pick-pocket through all you fools, soon as you choose
Ohh shit, so lock and pause for that girl called
Is a ho, now what you know, so let it go
To show that what she is, is nothin mo'
But a hungry simple freak that'll take yo cash
And laugh and be gone so long you can't even ask
And from what's left, you envy without a dime
So watch out for them felines in heat that cross dat line

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[sean paul]
Well i'm sean paul, i got gulls galore
You might get a lot of cut but i gets much more

[j-bo]
Well i'm j-bo, got these broads in check
Stayin down for the real and got no time to flex

[sean paul & j-bo]
We be them youngbloodz!!!

[sean paul]
Them boyz that got dat mean mugg

[j-bo]
Stompin in the club, boy gon' get ya scrubbed

[sean paul]
I got them gulls goin for that low-low

[j-bo]
Boy get yourself some face befo' ya let that girl go

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[pause]

[chorus]4x

Hook

Now it's the money, that make this here world round'
And it's the money, that make you wanna lay niggas down
And it's the money, that make you and your best buddy fight
But when you ain't got shit, everything is tight
Cause it's the money, that make you wanna flex for them hoes
And it's the money, thats keepin' your nose full of that blow
And it's the money, that make you think that you bulletproof
But niggas 'll do what it takes, just to come up on loot

I came in this thang, a little short on change
All i had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name
Tryin' to get in where i fit, stuck in this red dirt
Plannin' a way to get this money, but i can't get no work
See some niggas live, and some niggas die
I was hip to the game, can't let no time fly by
And though it's the money, that make you wanna shine
But believe it's the money, that make you want mine
Now nigga for real, got to pay them bills
Money got you fucked up, lay em' down for his
But homeboy still, you ain't even came up
The same way you got it, see your ass gonna get stuck
Thats tought from me, straight from a young buck
If your shoes ain't tied, then you bound to trip up
This money here, is a dangerous weapon, never get attached
You'd better count your blessin's nigga

Hook

Uh, ever since them first red and black jordans
Till' when you couldn't get nothin'
For that little girl that you were courtin'
And done always been bout' how much paper you got
That money can get you a little twat, if you ain't gettin' off your rock
That money can make you, or break you
Them police shake you, cause your ridin' big-boy six hundred
Like a nigga ain't supposed to have nuttin', thats worth a lil' somethin'
The reason niggas gettin' chickens in and kickin' in doors
Flippin' jags and burbans, living life dirty
You gotta get it in, the only way you know how
Whether you click-click-pow or you delivering flowers
Let the bullet rain showers on the nigga who you know got that flow
Then took his ass straight out the door, for a few g's
A couple of oz's, and now you broke next week
Them little green court papers'll get you caught up in capers
Gone sour, money got niggas dying by the hour

Hook

Now is it me, or is it that you can't take it like a man
And stand in these streets and hold your own like a man
And man, ain't it sad, that your man hud (hid) and ran
From the time you started talkin' that shit, just like a man
So do what you can, cause see you lookin' kinda shawt'
Cause indeed you gone bleed on your knees, for now you've lost
In this maze, tryin' to find another way, just to escape all them filthy ways
So shake it off, and shake it loose, just as i've come to say
This ain't no dream, as you gleam, just as you cross between
Them foolish things, for that ol' green, got you seein' things
So what you mean, its the money that got you in this thang
From gettin' squirreled for a buck out in this world

Hook

It's attic crew, know what i'm saying
Want our corner back, a-town, home team rule
For real

It's like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 creel road
And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind these closed doors
So don't lose your grip, don't run your lip
These niggas pull them thangs
And they can't know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time done changed
Feet off in some grease, slicker than it was man
Brand new look, cause its a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have fucked up
I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you know it for sho'
Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
So i took up them words, got back on the curb
Now i'm bumping like a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being done
Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them funds
I said i'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga

Hook
Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner black
The a-town niggas want they corner back
*gunfire* stick em'
We looking for em', don't be wid' em
Cock back and let that thang, thang, hit em', get em

Now be prepared for when a time come for us to bust
As i engage in ways, out as a stray, like craze
Deep in this everglaze, took ?taser nuts?
Out in the battlefields, now what it is
You can't understand as i fulfill the need
To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
So is it a ??? for acting like a bitch
Youngbloodz, atlantas own, two strong off in this shit
And if with them whips, you trip
Ready to fight for what you claim
As if its a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain
So now you in range to gain the strength off which you feed
But as you can see, you headed for trouble, thats you and me
And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga

Hook

I'll get em' back, trying to sack up my last little dope
I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore'
And i know they don't, really don't give a shit
All i know, these niggas puttin' a hand on my profit
Gonna quit, really soon
Got thangs, ??? , right back on the clock and boom and
You losing your motherfucking mind, better realize
You gotta meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
So, don't make no dumb move
You outside your boundary nigga, the home team rule
Remember my nigga, see we done put it down for years
What the hell make you think we just gonna give it up like this
See your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, cause money sure can't knuck'
Your casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
And i pray for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga

Now through the dust i seen you coming from a mile away
Now give me three within' this distance and be on your way
Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all good
To walk around with smiles, as if they know they could
And if they should, i'd be the first to let these niggas know
That i ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them hoes
And to them fake ass niggas who swear they real
Better know what to do before you find yourself revealed

Hook

Hook
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the delta 88', with that georgia license plate
These niggas don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me
So i just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what i mean? some shit have a nigga stressed out
Make him small fast
Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the attic crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game i spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick partna' then hit the studio

Now see i jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind i spin, intruders, we break em' in.
Atlanta georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in
Its the attic crew, no flaw within
We them youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe
Cause j-bo is who i be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me
So can't you see through the enemies
You'd besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ?cruts'?
Hook

A day late and a dolla' short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin' to get meat
22 tryin' to see 23, shawty ?three u double t's?
What it ain't gonna be, what it is
Over years i been scratching and scraping
Still ain't came up with nay-thin', let everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin' on mine, ???
In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop
Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
??? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smiling bout'
Only bit ?fake chasers? i'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin'
Slackin' gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store
With the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up
?4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, don't make mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don't make me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard what i fuckin' said?
We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Capric-e and fleetwood ride good vouges with the beat
You might no understand a damn thang that i speak
I'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, i pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't
What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank
>from the freeze-tag to the fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch
I got the fleetwood, girls most likely to complain
See somethangs can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man

Hook

I'm saying everybody gettin' tired of the nickel and dime
Know what i'm saying?
Don't waste no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what i'm sayin', get this money man, know what i mean?
See...

I kill for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send your weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell i waited, and i waited, til' i can't wait no mo'
Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some dope
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to hold
Lower than thirty dollars a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to show
For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of blow
Life ain't nothing but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like most my niggas rockin' the boat
The strong survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat
Momma still work that 8 to 4 lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it go-go
Be it a million sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'

Hook
Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time hustlas
Get it how we knew it, from the smoke unto the dust
>from tracks to traps, slabs to raps
Spread a little round', make it all come back

Now open up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these thoughts of what you ever felt was pain
Cause like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass
So get your face up out the floor
And know that it's real
Cause sometimes i feel the only way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way i only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that went bad, from dwellin' in your path
To partna' keep a look out for these niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you back at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep
Like when them bitches start that snitchin', i'm a cut you deep
Now take a peep, and tell me what you see
It's dem boys from dat attic makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit
Me and my niggas out to get it and split it, so nigga duck quick

Hook

I put my grind down, i pick my rhyme up
Ain't no money loss, i sack it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, i put in my work, money to be made
10% in church, oh it's a business now
Don't play that dumb shit, by all these sales that i had i need a lil' bit
Oh now you feelin' this, i knew you would though
A dirty south nigga straight up out the hood bro'
I went from trapped thang off in this rap game
Bid your clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And once you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big surprise
They say they know the deal, they say it's all real
They feel what i feel, thats what they need to kill
A nigga tryin' to live, i gotta pay the bill
I lay these rap songs, to make you dance a lil'

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