The Grudge

[Verse One: Masta Ace] Aaaaah Let's do it This is the real shit Let's do it This is the real shit When I was nine years old, I realized there was a goal To make it back home without my stuff gettin' stole My moms gave me money for licorice and fish A five dollar bill, I was ridiculously rich Now you was on the corner, by the store with you goons I was into comic books and watching cartoons And just cuz you was older, you grabbed me by the shoulder Dug inside my pockets, and that's when it was over I felt so sad, afraid and alone I cried as I walked all the way back home I see you ever summer now at Brownsville day You see me starin' at you and you always look away Cause now that we adults, you prolly don't recall Half the kids you fucked with, way back when you was small I wanna whoop that ass, and explain it to the judge It's 30 years later dawg, and still I gotta grudge [Hook] Let's do it This is the real shit But I'm not gon' budge I don't mean to hold a grudge Let's do it This is the real shit I ain't forget the way it was [Verse 2: Punchline] Yea back in high school I once fell in love with a dime Dissed my boys cause my heart spent most of my time I dropped everything when she called Like Reggie Miller I ain't wanna be a playa no more But you stomped my heart right on the floor Threw my things out the door Then you called "Ven aquí mi amor" Love game, shoulda known from the start Thought I was in ER, cause you played with my heart But I'm a man just playin' my part I'm losing my game, wish that I could unplug and restart Every time that I leave, you would fall to your knees Said you were with your girls, but you really with Steve I peeped your bullshit and just took it with ease You saved your own dough and loved spending my cheese I got a grudge with you and I'm out for revenge And it's not gonna end till I'm humping your friend Take that, bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Stricklin] Uh huh, grudge niggas Yo, back when I was like twelve or thirteen I was the flyest on the street Had the Schwinn 5 speed with the stick shift and the Huffy seat We was young, not into guns yet But you and yours boys jumped me, stole my bike and rode off in the sunset You a mistake and you should be erased Yeah I remember you dawg so let me cut to the chase When I find you, you'll get put in your place And I ain't talking 'bout yellin', I was thinkin' more like a foot to the face [Verse 4: Wordsworth] Uncle Max you remember you in dire need You sold my Michael Jordan rookie card to buy some weed Well my moms with the boss and she left me a check To buy sneakers but you took it to bet on the Nets Hated you, I wish that she made you move I got blamed for the porno on pay-per-view No sorry, it's too late to apologize I was traumatized as a kid at eight I got a grudge [Hook]