Artist: Shadow Government Album: Innocent Till Proven Guilty Song: Grind Out Typed by: Tha Masta [Specman] Here's a new term when you fighting it out When the phone turn off, the lights go out When you broke, it ain't no joke, you find out This is it, kid, get evicted or grind out When you down to ya last slice, looking for bread Hit the bakery, time for takery, but instead A turn entire, is a burning desire to get ahead Now you learning, hence the term to hit heads Tick-tock, the clock click non-stop in my head Hit the block, Bolivian rock and Sudafed Like a star posted up at the bar, I clock digits You want it, I got it, you get jaw with the di-dick, you dig it? [Chorus 2X: Specman] Grind out, Specman, nigga Who real or who fake, we're gonna find out Testing... [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 stick Or victory, we call 'em risbees in my click So. Jersey kids who wanna take the trick For the kill they want a thousand pills and some licks You got a ill test of dick, I think, run quick I'm in the field, son, give you a real one to lick You could chew it, you could taste it, you could seal it with a kiss Cuz the gag is when I change the bag on the switch When the money's in my hands and you step into the whip When you thought that, what you bought was legit You 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 know I 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 Jersey What's up? What the fuck you want? Listen, there's gotta be a misunderstanding You're talking to who? I think he gave me the wrong bag You fucking shorted me $20, you fuck What do you mean? The bag you gave me, it had Tylenol in it 2000 hits of Tylenol Yeah Well, what do you want me to do with 2000 hits of Tylenol? Listen, little girlie, sell the pills or mail 'em back Cuz you're giving me a headache Ah, man, that ain't right man, that shit ain't right Man, shut the fuck up! I'm with the gambinos and shit, man, this shit can't happen Call 1-900-HEADHITTERS, they'll take care of you