Griselda Features 50 Cent On ‘City On The Map’
Griselda 50 Cent City On The Map: From their just released, WWCD album,the Griselda combo of Westside Gunn, Conway, and Benny The Butcher have connected with 50 Cent for the feature of a song titled, ‘City On The Map’.
The collaboration is called a major milestone in gangsta rap. The idea that one of the millennium’s most impactful and commercially successful gangsta rappers, 50 Cent, would link up with today’s rawest trifecta for the grimy “City On The Map” speaks to the importance of the Griselda movement. It’s not easy to get a verse from Fif, and it’s possible he found himself moved by Westside Gunn, Conway, and Benny’s uncompromising vision.
A passing of the torch, as it were.
Today, their collaboration has surfaced in select international markets, with the album set to release globally at Midnight. Despite being the group’s first Shady Records release, Em and Paul have allowed Griselda to lay their vision on the table and deliver it as they see fit. As for “City On The Map,” it lives up to expectations and then some. Grimy as hell, off-kilter and eerie, Conway rolls through with some rugged quotables. “I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand,” spits The Machine. “If we can’t get to him then we gon’ cook his man.”
Every time they step on the Ave, get they chef on, uh
Say, “Mazel tov,” before they step on the glass (Hahaha)
Get their stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh (Brr)
My shorts ready made, Just Don collab (Ah)
I’ll probably be in your projects with all my ice out (Yeah)
Run up, one of my youngins gon’ put your lights out (Brr, brr)
Fuck what you write ’bout, I know what your life ’bout (Pussy)
Free my dawg, he spin the yard with his knife out (Free my niggas)
Yeah, we came a long way from pushin’ grams (Uh-huh)
Say what you want, but you can’t say I ever took the stand, uh (Never)
I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand (Cat)
If we can’t get to him, then we gon’ cook his mans (Brr)
For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram (Whip up)
I’m sittin’ back, I’m blowin’ on a Cookie strand, huh (Smokin’)
We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear (Yeah)