[Intro: Layzie Bone East 1999 Sample]
Day's when the year was '89
Little n***a on the grind, gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89
Little n***a on the grind, gotta get mine doing my crime
Day's when the year was '89
Little n***a on the grind, gotta get
Yeah (echoed)
[Skoote] Gotta get mine, get mine

[Chorus 1: Layzie Bone & Skoote] x2
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime

[Verse: Skoote]
Uhh, I Keep the soap clean for the one's that lean
(WEED, PILLS, BLOW)
Sell everything like dope fiend
Word (Echoed)
I got dummies for dummies my n***a this real
Big cuz say lil cuz watch your back dope fiends
Will kill my n***a Yeah (Echoed)
And that's word to the wise, n***a useful thinking
Damn (Echoed)
I realize straws ain't only used for drinking, Man (Echoed)
Wait for the first n***a still no worrie's
N***a's come here they leave in a hurry
She say Baltimore's a big cemetery
Shawty welcome to the zombie land (Echoed)

[Chorus 1: Layzie Bone & Skoote]
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime

[Verse: J-Smallz]
6-9-85 when I first touched down I remember that day
1-9-9-5 when I first had pine you can blame that on Ray
Matter of fact you can blame that on Lay
Matter of fact you can blame that on K
With the strap we gon' bang around my way
The pack we gon' blaze that all day
Hood n***a in the Lord's battalion
Gotta hood chick that's a baby stallion
All my n***a's wolves and the pack is prowling
We lookin' for the lobster, steak with scallions
All my n***a's smilin', stylin', wildin'
Dougie himself said we too fresh
Forever grindin' shinning ain't no stopping this is til' death

[Chorus 1: Layzie Bone & Skoote]
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime

[Verse: Doejah Chronic]
Masterminds finness shit of them burning pilots
Get the paper then we blow it like land mines
Seen ghost shit off that white china no lobos hold up
N***as get a little bit of paper
Try to change the game but we in this bitch
Big blunts on deck n***a's stay zooted O.G in my dashboard
Prayin' I don't crash boy
N***a this might be my last
I just hear'em saying that only on the way back low key
He just played his hand I don't trust them boy's that play
Your fan
These are the prophecies of a young n***a
Get money weed I'm a dope dealer
Just remember me for always being realer
N***a welcome to the murder land

[Chorus 1: Layzie Bone & Skoote] x4
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta get mine, get mine
Day's when the year was '89 little n***a on the grind
Gotta mine doing my crime