Guard Your Grill

Intro：Kay Gee
*phone dialling*
(Hello?)
Hello, its 91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee
(Har what the fuck?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
These victims knew how to guard they grill, this wouldve never happened!
Verse 1: Treach
I put two and two together and I came up with four
You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldnt have to say much more
I been thru more crews than a flute, yeah Ill show ya
This is so damned scrap I betcha bro dont 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 Im runnin this merry fist miss
I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
Its just another one dud and is dismissed
Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you aint built
Im silly-ho smackin MCs on a ninety degree tilt
The reason that its tilted cos youre guilty, too hard to guard
Its not youre tryin too gay, youre tryin too hard
How hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!
Chorus:
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I aint the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I smoke first, so whats up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put em up, you aint tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up!
Verse 2: Treach
I give em much business, an Aspirin
Damn, Ilove a glass chin
What are ya askin for mercy, Im laughin
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
Theres no sleepin, no nottin, no rest and hey
No snoozin, no dozin, no fin way
Heapin things up like a Coke cup
Wind me up but yall I gets the low wits tha rough stuff
And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuff
Then go around to them and him because ??? ???
I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper
Use to couldnt take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers
Theres so much gold for roast, the ??? dont knock us
My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
At school I had a lot, I filled with VCRs and Vodka
I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter
Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotter
Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers
How hard can your guard be, I say whats up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck
Chorus
Verse 3: Treach
I dont lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
Never been to Tokyo or *?Keepers Day Bolochio?*
Guard your grill, heres a feel, I rush hard
I got the fliest ride out here, the 91 bus card
So callin me for a ride aint the answer
Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
Sayin we will go for one cut, now were dead
Oh yaeh, thats 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 feelin real low, ya no flow-crow
You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo
Oh, heres another side of bein real quick
You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still aint shhh...
So dont try at those same style battle cry
I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psycho
Put down ya handgun, up whichcha hands son
Look cops they come, I aint 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 thats comin from Illtown, down the hill
Chorus
Outro:
[Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
My man J Scratch in the house, yknowhutImsayin?
And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss
[Kay Gee] Dont 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 whats up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
[T] Whats up to Clark Kent and my man Face!
[KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
[Vinny] I gotta say whats up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
[T] This goes out to my man Tamere
Hes definitely in here
Whats up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MCs out
there
Peace goes out!
[Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here
PEACE!