Lyrics:

Yo, check this out, getting wrecked for 1993
The newest member of the syndicate, a 14-year-old
Female, yeah, that's what I said, a female
She's about to get cold buck wild and show
All you weak-ass suckers how to do it
Her name is Grip, I ain't fittin' to say no more
Yo, Grip, tell them what time it is
Well, I'm the funky funky grips and I'ma
Tell you how it is, I'm just a 40-year-old homie
I'm workin' so big, as a young-ass kid
I was always trippin' and I got like
Clinique and I'm dramatically different
I was different from the rest because
I sought to learn my heritage
And I, you are to my life, made a turn
I turned for the better, not a turn for the worse
I try to wash my mouth, but occasionally I curse
My lyrics flow from me like blood from a cup
I manifest the wrongs, I tell you what's up
Yes, I'm a female, and I cannot be stopped
You try to disrespect me
I ask to get dropped like a pin
I'm a female, and I cannot be stopped
To the concrete floor, any nigga got beef
You can see, left door, cause I'm a sister
Who ain't takin' no crap, all of you gets jacked
Don't ever call me the Mac, cause I'm the female tip
I'm R.F. Kill, pushin' the monkey tails
Droppin' the lyrics and I'm buildin' like a gangsta
I'm always on the run, anybody got beef with this?
Call me Kidz Sta!
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Yo, Grip, I still think they think we bullshittin'
Yo, Aladdin, Wolf, Thorn, some of that old gangster shit
Yo, Grip, wreck these motherfuckers for me, baby
Common do this
You think you got the right one, baby
But make room for the left one
The groups are coming, really like, pal, you'll get done
Like Kodak, I show my true colors
I play it like a game, nigga, I say it like Parker Brothers
I'm taking seconds, who think they're just too bad?
And like Chris Cross, I give you
Something that you never had
So don't you even, don't ever try to stop to me
I'm number one, the G-R-double-I-P
I like to flow, give my spare time
Who say, jump a ten?
The studio, I'm a nine
I'm not a racist, but I'm kinda on the pro-black side
I'm just a funky old sister
I got that father kinda sound
That makes you wanna jump
And like yo-yo, when I come up
I'm a sucker, cause I'm the pro
You don't know the lyrics that
I'm kickin', or harder than a soldier
So jump back, cause the grip stuff is all back
No, I'm not the man, I never had your back
But on the other hand, I'm sorta like a criminal
I blow your mind, cause my race is original
So change the channel, or turn from my studio
I suck it like some Syria
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a grip, go girl
Like like I'm always score, but they caught me the
Probably cuz I don't you like Jordan. I can't get with a crew
Yo, it's got the CFP tribe. I'm just a leper cater system
What I think it's all the second and not never with them
It's all the old money. I'm not never spent soon
They call me Grip, but you can call
Me Gripsta born in Oakland
Why he's gonna quit stuff. I'm not a trickster
I'm something like a newbie in my lyrics
I'm taking touch up to my flow
Crips in the Motherfuckin' house yeah
Crips in the motherfuckin' house yeah
Grips in the motherfuckin' house yeah
Grips in the motherfuckin' house! yeah
Yo, grip flex on these motherfuckin' last verse, get on baby
So just keep it to yourself, we'll keep it in the pause
If the group's jumpin' loud, it's fun to 93 to pause it
Jump in the funky town, cause you
Know I walk down, not a sellout
Shit, my records feel simple
Cause I'm a young black woman
So you know I got clout
I'm journeyin' like a tidal wave
I'm knockin' suckers, and
I kick the rickety-rickety rhymes
But I know I just affect the grip and stuff it like a boot
So tell me who's next to stop, I took the pump
Cause I can't be stoppin' this 187 on a hundred of a coffin
When it comes to my rhymes, I never play games
I write what I feel, fuck the fortunate thing
Cause I'm a strong black woman, my name is grip
Got a hold of my life so I never slip like P.M.F
My rhymes will make you trip, and
When it's all over, you'll be shouting
Grips!
Yeah, in your face, 1993, grips in
The motherfuckin' house, fool
All female MCs, beware
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait on the LP coming out this year
Grip's in there
I hate it