Guard Your Grill

(Hello?) Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! (Har what the fuck?) Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune? These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened! I put two and two together and I came up with four You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more I been through more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw Stay back and watch a real MC get raw I never know, never know when another will come to diss this But if and whenever they come I'm running this merry fist miss I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick It's just another one dud and is dismissed Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built I'm silly-ho smacking MC's on a ninety degree tilt The reason that it's tilted 'cause you're guilty, too hard to guard It's not you're trying too gay, you're trying too hard How hard can your guard be, I say was up? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup! [Chorus] Guard your grill, knuckle up I ain't the type to give up Guard your grill, knuckle up I smoke first, so what's up Guard your grill, knuckle up Put em up, you ain't tough Guard your grill, knuckle up! I give em much business, an Aspirin Damn, I love a glass chin What are ya asking for mercy, I'm laughing Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach There's no sleeping, no nothing, no rest and hey No snoozing, no dozing, no f'in way Heaping things up like a Coke cup Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits the rough stuff And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have enough Then go around to them and him because ? I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper Use to couldn't take em out 'cause they was rowdy hip-hoppers There's so much gold for roast, the ? don't knock us My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, getting hotter Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers How hard can your guard be, I say what's up? Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck [Chorus] I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio Never been to Tokyo or Keeper's Day Bolochio Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card So calling me for a ride ain't the answer Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer Saying we will go for one cut, now we're dead Oh yeah, that's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled Now how wrong can you be to think we play Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day So now ya feeling real low, ya no flow-crow You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo Oh, here's another side of being real quick You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't So don't try at those same style battle cry I rock the you-train, the routes that I battle by I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow No matter that white rap, shoot a Pharaoh with a psycho Put down ya handgun, up which'cha hands son Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one I was only three steps from a peace prize Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh Knuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grill And that's coming from Illtown, down the hill [Chorus] [Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse My man J Scratch in the house, ya know what I'm saying? And oh yeah, pss pss pss pss [Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up! [Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri [KG] This goes out to my man Jack Don I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza [T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face! [KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill cause they know how to definitely guard they grill [Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house [T] This goes out to my man Tamere He's definitely in here What's up to my homey cool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers Special shout out to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out there Peace goes out! [Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here Peace!