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Livin' proof, do what you gotta an' you can do what you choose Now, I could sit back on this track, like a little bitch, an' remininsce But instead, I'll kick a little history, all about the Hatchet By this time in the game, most muthafuckers, they done fell apart In these years, we still shinin' an' we jus' now gettin' our start Inner City Posse jumped on the scene, an' we was mad crewed up In the end, when shit got rough an' tough, it was just the two of us While you was up in the club, gettin' ya' grind and ya' sip on We was in the parkin' lot hittin' up cars, gettin' our flyers on Did my first show when I was 16, an' still pullin' my schemes J holding down a drive-thru window at Burger King, to support our dreams Seemed like yesterday, the world wasn't ready for two clown freaks But we kept grindin'! Now who on whose dick? Lil bitch, shit! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! 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This was way before the Family era! When we toured for three years With a t-shirt! Gettin' mixed response from the bleachers An' show-goers, now prepared for rock-throwers An' flamethrowers we stayed focused! In '98, we dropped our first LP! Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid! Mostasteless the CD! Go out and get it bitch! The shit is cold as ice! So dope that we released it twice, an' we still here! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! It started as a gas stop, parlayed into a real spot Worked behind the scenes, before I really got a shot! Hit the studio quick, still needin' ta' prove somethin' My skills got me the deal of the CD! You know it's jumpin'! It was on now in '99, the first G-O-T-J! Ya Dead Homie, Blaze, and ABK rippin' the stage! The first time I let them, then they cried in the sunshine Six minutes shorter, the E-P's full play time Still confused to some, givin' love for one that's G That's when we really toured the streets an' people started hearin' me From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey, my skills increased Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD, that's all for this spree! I keep it grindin' like an old set of car brakes, started off with a duel player and casette tapes By '95 my life was frustrated, so I developed my mentals an' let the funk recreate it Then I hit the stage with my homie, Blaze, thuggin for life, city to city tours under the lights Straight outta Detroit grindin' Warrior, baby I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety This is Psychopathic, bitch boy, an' we so sweet What you know about the label runnin' under the streets? This be Anybody Killa, homie, like me or not Over a hundred thousand sold, bitch, with one 'bout to drop! Fo' real! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! 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Be keepin' it wicked an' run with the hatchet, for sho, so slow your roll My name is Bonez an' this be O-T We murderin' fucks 'til the sun come up, that's why they call us A-M-B Hey homie, I hope you listen to my rappin', 'cause rappin' is all I have, it's all that ever fuckin' mattered Your heart can get shattered, your pockets can get fatter Just grind like me and mine, and you'll shine like my family In the beginning, my mission was to make it to the hatchet Then I did it and started laughin', I grinded an' look what happened My mind is not on this planet, 'cause y'all thought that we vanished But God's hand got my back, an' the games still get me fuckin' mad I start poppin' off at the mouth, when somethin' bothers me You muthafuckers better give it up for R-O-C! You muthafuckers better give it up for A-M-B! DJ Clay mixtapes, gettin' paid and makin' haters bleed! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! All the blood an' the tears I spent on most of my years An' all my time end up on the grind, to conquer most of my fears Of the unknown an' would I make it? Was it worth the sacrifice? Skippin' meals and skippin' bills, I hoped that it was worth the price Of the love of my kids, an' would they hate me in the end? For all the time I didn't spend, I knew I'd have to make amends So kept the mic in hand, the other grip into the Glock An' kept one eye up on the prize, the other fixed up on the clock It was the hustle in my heart that let me know I wouldn't fail I would end up on the stage or I would end up in a cell An' then one Monday afternoon, I got that call from Psychopathic Put the pistol in the drawer, an now I'm runnin' with the hatchet (Whoop Whoop!) We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! I was sixteen young, and was never put on But was put down strong when Rudeboy gave me a call Sayin' that the Wicked Clowns had a party called Big Ballas And if I want to come spin and make a couple dolla's St. Andrew's Hall (Yeah!) Remember it all (Yeah!) When I went into this fall, who'd a thought I'd last this long Then when '06 came around, you can fuck the fuck off It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope, I was on my first tour And little did I know, it was the first of many more Now I'm pushin out mix tapes for the Juggalos An' the love I get from them, keeps me higher than some dro That's why I'm standin' here, arms crossed, just to let you know how we We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! We kep' grindin'! We kep' hustlin'! 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