Guard Your Grill

[Intro: Kay Gee] Hello? Hello, it's '91 Buckle up, guard your grill What the fuck? Has this ever happened to you? Can you name this tune? If these victims knew how to guard they grill This would've never happened [Verse 1: Treach] I put two and two together and I came up with four Your forever, for God forbid, and shouldn't have to say much more I been through more crews than a flu, yeah, I'll show you You're so damned scrap, I bet you Bo don't know you You tried to get cool and say peace, save that piece for a jigsaw Sit 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-mas I shook up the crook and shook up the fake to get like a quick stick It's just another one done and diss dismissed Kitty-guard your grill, well, be for real, you ain't built I'm silly-ho smackin 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 tryin' too gay, you're tryin' too hard How hard can your guard be, I say what's 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 swung first, so what's up? Guard your grill, knuckle up Put 'em up, you ain't tough Guard your grill, knuckle up [Verse 2: Treach] I give 'em much business, an Aspirin, damn, I love a glass chin What are you, askin' for mercy? I'm 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 There's no sleeping, no nodding, no restin', hey No snoozin', no dozin', no effin' way Everything's up like a Coke cup Wind me up, but y'all, I gets the low with the rough stuff And havin' enough to cut you off a piece and still have 'nough To go around to them and him because won't pluck I, I got a posse full of fighters, all fly like a chopper You still couldn't take em out 'cause they was rowdy hip-hoppers They stole much gold from roast and random door-knockers My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper The school, I had a locker filled with VCRs and vodka I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter Back then, I wore briefs 'til I started gettin' hotter Then I grew yay 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] Guard your grill, knuckle up I ain't the type to give up Guard your grill, knuckle up I swung first, so what's up? Guard your grill, knuckle up Put 'em up, you ain't tough Guard your grill, knuckle up [Verse 3: Treach] I don't lay, I lie, who knows? Like Pinocchio Never been to Tokyo, on keyboards, Dave Bellochio Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard I got the flyest ride out here, a '91 bus card So callin' me for a ride ain't the answer, huh You want a lift, you better pick up a transfer Sayin' we were good 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 you're feelin' real low, you no-flow crow You slow hobo, stiffer than robo, oh Here's another side of bein' real quick You might sneak and fall like cracks, but you still ain't shh So don't try to no same-style battle cry I rock the U train, the rules that I battle by I listen to censorship, entered it quite slow Come out of that white robe, shoot a felon with a psycho Put down your handgun, up with your hands, son Look how I stand calm, I ain't the damned one I was only three steps from a peace prize Piece of his leg, piece of his eye and his left thigh Knuckle up, put 'em up, yeah, guard your grill And that's comin from Illtown, down the hill [Chorus] Guard your grill, knuckle up I ain't the type to give up Guard your grill, knuckle up I swung first, so what's up? Guard your grill, knuckle up Put 'em up, you ain't tough Guard your grill, knuckle up [Outro] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse My man J Scratch in the house, you know what I'm sayin'? And oh yeah, pss-pss-pss-pss 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 he's in the house This goes out to my man Tamere, he's definitely in here What's up to my homie 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 Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here Peace