[Intro: 50 Cent & The Notorious B.I.G.]
G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-G
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
N***as know who the don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesaunt)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)
I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine
'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time
It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
All I do is sit and think of ways I can come up
Catching jooks and run up, and leave your n***a done up
My pockets are hurting, homie, I ain't feeling this shit
Have your mama screaming ("Baby, move, it's a hit!")
I ain't Scarface -- "No women, no kids" -- I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch and that little n***a to duck
With a P90 Ruger I put shots all through ya
If you survive, you gon' feel what talons do to ya
I'm a hard-headed n***a, I came up so hard
Had to get shot 9 times for me to find God
If them planes hit the projects, nobody would care
Look around, ain't nothing but black folks around here
We brothers become political and start to maneuver
They give you 100 years, man, they did it to Hoover
Now, you can hate me or love me
When you see me, busts shots or come and hug me
The showman shit's lovely
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)
I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine
'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time
It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
N***as talkin' it but ain't livin' it
Cristal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit
'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy
Heckler Koch, M-1's and nine millies
Stories like a motherfucker
Model bitches wondering if I'ma fuck with her
She know I treat my bitches like Ivana
Dolce and Gabana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'
H-class diamonds shinin', dinner with wifey winin', dinin'
Smoking cigars in Bogotá with Colombian n***as named Panama
And Englique and shit, games we play life endin'
Bitches bending over with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans
And Donna Karan tank tops, I got your bank stopped
Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of 'em
Advancin' from duplex to mansions
Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas, VCR's in my V's
Game elevates money I make into stocks and real estates, bitch
Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sand
Discussing plans with my man
Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and a system
That leaves my rear views tremblin'
What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude?
Drop to your knees and show gratitude
Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing I stay potent
Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I go hard for mine, I work 9 to 5
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind (What, what?)
I ain't got time for love, I'm tryna get mine
And I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
I got Moe in the middle and I'm always gon' shine
'Cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind
If you call and I'm busy when you got spare time
It's 'cause I stay on the grind, I stay on the grind