March N’ Step lyrics

[Intro: Grit Boys & Lil Wayne]
Ahh, they shouldn't've done this right here
March, now step, now march, now step (Yeah)
March, now step, now march, now step (Blueberry still connect)
March, now step now march now step
March now step now march now step

[Chorus: Grit Boys]
You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard sh*t
Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud sh*t
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the lil mamas stepping)
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the lil mamas stepping)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm grinding, I'm posted up on the block like a stop sign
Raised off of instinct with a mind like Einstein
I'm a certified hustler and a G
Trying to metamorphasize a hundred to a hundred-three
I'm chasing after currency and acc*mulating green
With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope fiend
I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale
I took a couple hits but I'm still flowing like blood cells
My money's epidemic: It multiply fast
I'm grinding in the cut like a piece of broken glass
Addicted to the hustle, allergic to being broke
Never falling off 'cause I stay on my note
[Chorus: Grit Boys]
You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard sh*t
Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud sh*t
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the hot girls stepping)
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my hot boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the hot girls stepping, one, two, one)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Ayy, get off my di*k! Hollygrove Weezy
Young Money billionaire, Hermès winter ware
I'm tryin' get somewhere like I ain't never been nowhere
They probably suffocate trying to breathe this Indo air
Halt, who goes there? n*gga, I live there
I run on top of water, I walk on thin air
I ride around with a MAC-10 squared
That's a pair of semi-automatics shootin' everywhere
I don't care if authority come by here
They get it just like them n*ggas who ain't from by here, yeah
And I'm extra 'bout it
If I get in beef, I do something about it 'fore I get out it
Yeah, Lil Wayne—never dropped the "Lil"
I gave Paul a hundred thousand for my grill, yeah
I'm so New Orleans—that, I can't hide
You know I'm cuttin' something: I'm spittin' peroxide! Weezy
[Chorus: Grit Boys]
You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard sh*t
Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud sh*t
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
I ain't never had a handout, ain't never been a beggar (Huh)
On the grind like a bootlegger, I'm a go getter (Real)
I'm Bobby Fischer on the mic, making chess moves
This suckers playin checkers, simply destined to lose
The Martha Stewart mini-blinds and the James Bonds Benz
Me and a couple lady friends blowing piff in the wind
I got the wristwear, smooth and sleek, nothing but Patek Philippe
You ain't never saw a watch like this so go ahead and take a peek
I'm massive in the streets like a diesel truck
Indulging in that purple stuff, gettin full of that puff-puff
Tote the iron, I'm double-dutch, I'm ice water up in the clutch
Place your bet, I'll call your bluff—Paul Wall, baby, that's whats up

[Chorus: Grit Boys]
You gotta march like a soldier, walk it how you talk it
Play it how you say it and stop acting on that hard sh*t
Stripes on my back is what your boy go to war with
Never been faking or fronting or on that fraud sh*t
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)
You gotta march like a soldier, yeah (Now all my dope boys march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it, ayy (We got the dope girls stepping)