Guard Your Grill Lyrics

Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill!
(Har what the f***?)
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 d***ed 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!

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
d***, 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 c**e 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

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 s***, 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 d***ed 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

[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!

A strong what up to my man Kid Capri

This goes out to my man Jack Don
I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza

What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face!

This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
cause they know how to definitely guard they grill

I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house

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!

Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here
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