Track Eight, Verse Three, The Grind Date


Tony ‘Tana with big hammers for bad manners who got ’em
We kiss cannons for Scrangelous crew, and his whack dancers
Bitin’ is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don’t you ever look at us funny – boy, we’ll bring rap back
And that’ll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men
with dyna-mics, real hip-hop’ll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
Cutmaster kill ’em, make sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
and just lay whooptay whooptay?
Use the ruse, sport beads and snatch a dude’s toupee
Since tunin into T-La Rock ‘n AJ
Ghostface gats is freshed squeezed like a glass of OJ
Girls you can go cruisin in my OJ

2 Responses to “Track Eight, Verse Three, The Grind Date”

  1. The XFacta Says:

    Ghost is that dude!! He’s still holding the Wu down something serious….. I don’t like this song at all though, it’s one of his wack ones…. Still my dude though!!!

  2. T DOT Says:

    Yeah it’s not one of his sharpest darts.
    Still, I felt the collab was crazy.

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