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]