Autopsy - Getting Grimey lyrics

- I killed my father when I was fifteen
- Why did you do it?
- Well sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world

Yeah, uh
what I do for a livin ni-

Yeah, screw this

Rockin' with the best
Rockin' with the-

Ya thought that I was gonna forget the hood?
Come one man

Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
I was nice with my hands, 'cause aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us

I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my name

Rockin' with the-
Now you understand us

Rockin' with the best

Yo, what it is
It's ya boy J.R.
What, you thought that I was gonna forget the hood?
Come on man

For the first time it's going down history baby
Clashin'
Rockin' with the best
[...]
Clashin'
Now you understand us

Haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane

When the beat bangs, drive them insane

Clashin'
Rockin' with the best

When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane

Clashin'
Rockin' with the best
Yo, what it is
It's your boy J.R.
What, ya thought that I was gonna forget the hood?
Come on man

Clashin'
Rockin' with the best
Bust my thing

Clashin'
Rockin' with the best

Bust my thing
Clashin'

[..] motherfucker, you sucker!
Bust my thing [2x]

Clashin'
Rockin' with the best
[3x]