You know the Vin and you know the Treach, there's no sleepin'
Special shout out to my man Grand Puba
Guard your grill, knuckle up
This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya
How hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?
Ain't the answer, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
No nottin', no rest and hey no snoozin', no dozin', no f'in way
My man J Scratch in the house, y'know hut I'm sayin'?
Guard your grill, knuckle up
What are ya askin' for mercy, I'm laughin', you know the game
You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo oh here's another side of
And oh yeah, don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up!
I ain't the type to give up
I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter
So now ya feelin' real low, ya no flow-crow
You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more
On a ninety degree tilt the reason that it's tilted 'cos you're guilty
Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
I gets the low wits tha rough stuff and after enough to cut ya
I smoke first, so what's up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
'Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put 'em up, duck
But if and whenever they come I'm runnin' this merry fist miss
How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
Sayin' we will go for one cut, now we're dead, oh yeah
Too hard to guard, it's not you're tryin' too gay, you're tryin too hard
Off a piece, still have nuff, then go around to them and him
I shook the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
I put two and two together and I came up with four
Guard your grill, knuckle up
My man Jack Don, I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
Back then I wore briefs, tell a starter, gettin' hotter
Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card so callin' me for a ride
You know the name and you know the rep, you know the Kay
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
I smoke first, so what's up
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up
They come, I ain't the damned one, I was only three steps
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Wrong can you be to think we play
And that's comin from Ill town, down the hill
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Bein' real quick
Guard your grill, knuckle up
The routes that I battle by, I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
Or Keeper's Day Bolochio guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
I ain't the type to give up
This would've never happened
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune?
Use to couldn't take 'em out 'cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers
Heapin' things up like a Coke cup, wind me up but y'all
This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
It's just another one dud and is dismissed kitty guard your grill
Knuckle up, put 'em up, yeah guard your grill
I smoke first, so what's up
I ain't the type to give up
What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face
I never know, never know when another will come to diss this
I give 'em much business, an Aspirin damn, I love a glass chin
Put down ya handgun, up which'cha hands son, look cops
I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinocchio never been to Tokyo
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!
This goes out to my man Tamere he's definitely in here
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Then I grew yeah long so I had to switch to boxers
So don't try at those same style battle cry, I rock the U-train
Because he won't pluck, I, I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper
At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka
These victims knew how to guard they grill
This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
I been through more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh
From a peace prize, pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
Well be for real, you ain't built I'm silly-ho smackin' MC's
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
One of the fiercest MC's out there Peace goes out
No matter that white rap, shoot a pharaoh with a psycho
There's so much gold for roast, the bamboo don't knock us
What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
That's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled, now how
What the fuck?
A strong what up to my man Kid Capri this goes out to
Guard your grill, knuckle up
