Shadow Government Lyrics
"Grind Out"

[Specman]Here's a new term when you fighting it outWhen
the phone turn off, the lights go outWhen you broke,
it ain't no joke, you find outThis is it,
kid, get evicted or grind outWhen you down to ya last
slice, looking for breadHit the bakery,
time for takery, but insteadA turn entire,
is a burning desire to get aheadNow you learning,
hence the term to hit headsTick-tock,
the clock click non-stop in my headHit the block,
Bolivian rock and SudafedLike a star posted up at the
bar, I clock digitsYou want it,
I got it, you get jaw with the di-dick,
you dig it?[Chorus 2X: Specman]Grind out,
Specman, niggaWho real or who fake,
we're gonna find outTesting.
..[Hook: Specman]Will my Sha Gov thugs gimme love for
life?Will my head hitter thugs take ya life tonight?Aight...[Chorus][Specman]Now,
any club kid is a potential stickOr victory,
we call 'em risbees in my clickSo.
Jersey kids who wanna take the trickFor the kill they
want a thousand pills and some licksYou got a ill test
of dick, I think, run quickI'm in the field,
son, give you a real one to lickYou could chew it,
you could taste it, you could seal it with a kissCuz
the gag is when I change the bag on the switchWhen
the money's in my hands and you step into the whipWhen
you thought that, what you bought was legitYou said,
"Specman, my new connect man to hit"Then you hang him
in ya bag and you scream, "Ah shit!
What the fuck is this?", then you try to call and tell
me what I already knowI gave you Tylenol,
wanna find out where I'm at?
O.T. Island, and it's Specman,
grind out, fuck that![Chorus 2X][Hook][Chorus][Phone
conversation]Hey Specs, this is Frank from JerseyWhat's
up? What the fuck you want?
Listen, there's gotta be a misunderstandingYou're talking
to who?I think he gave me the wrong bagYou fucking
shorted me $20, you fuckWhat do you mean?
The bag you gave me, it had Tylenol in it2000 hits
of TylenolYeahWell, what do you want me to do with
2000 hits of Tylenol?Listen,
little girlie, sell the pills or mail 'em backCuz you're
giving me a headacheAh, man,
that ain't right man, that shit ain't rightMan,
shut the fuck up!I'm with the gambinos and shit,
man, this shit can't happenCall 1-900-HEADHITTERS, they'll take care of you