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Intro: Kay Gee
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*phone dialling*
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(Hello?)
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Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee
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(Har what the fuck?)
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Has this ever happened to you?
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Can you name this tune?
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These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened!
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Verse 1: Treach
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I put two and two together and I came up with four
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You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn't have to say much more
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I been thru more crews than a flute, yeah I'll show ya
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This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don't know ya
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You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
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Stay back and watch a real MC get raw
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I never know, never know when another will come to diss this
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But if and whenever they come I'm runnin this merry fist miss
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I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
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It's just another one dud and is dismissed
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Kitty guard your grill, well be for real, you ain't built
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I'm silly-ho smackin MC's on a ninety degree tilt
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The reason that it's tilted cos you're guilty, too hard to guard
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It's not you're tryin too gay, you're tryin too hard
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How hard can your guard be, I say wuz up?
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Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup!
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Chorus:
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Guard your grill, knuckle up
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I ain't the type to give up
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Guard your grill, knuckle up
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I smoke first, so what's up
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Guard your grill, knuckle up
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Put em up, you ain't tough
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Guard your grill, knuckle up!
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Verse 2: Treach
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I give em much business, an Aspirin
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Damn, I love a glass chin
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What are ya askin for mercy, I'm laughin
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Huh, you know the game, you know the name and you know the rep
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You know the Kay, you know the Vin and you know the Treach
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There's no sleepin, no nottin, no rest and hey
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No snoozin, no dozin, no f'in way
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Heapin things up like a Coke cup
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Wind me up but y'all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff
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And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuff
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Then go around to them and him because ??? ???
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I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper
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Use to couldn't take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers
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There's so much gold for roast, the ??? don't knock us
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My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
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At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR's and Vodka
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I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter
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Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotter
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Then I grew yea long so I had to switch to boxers
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How hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
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Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Treach
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I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
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Never been to Tokyo or *?Keeper's Day Bolochio?*
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Guard your grill, here's a feel, I rush hard
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I got the fliest ride out here, the '91 bus card
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So callin me for a ride ain't the answer
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Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
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Sayin we will go for one cut, now we're dead
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Oh yaeh, that's bout as funny as Barbara Bush in a bobsled
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Now how wrong can you be to think we play
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Even a broken clock is right at least twice a day
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So now ya feelin real low, ya no flow-crow
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You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo
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Oh, here's another side of bein real quick
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You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain't shhh...
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So don't try at those same style battle cry
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I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by
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I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
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No matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psycho
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Put down ya handgun, up which'cha hands son
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Look cops they come, I ain't the damned one
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I was only three steps from a peace prize
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Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
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Knuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grill
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And that's comin from Illtown, down the hill
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Chorus
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Outro:
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[Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
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My man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin?
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And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss
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[Kay Gee] Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up!
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[Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
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[KG] This goes out to my man Jack Don
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I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
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[T] What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face!
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[KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
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Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
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[Vinny] I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
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[T] This goes out to my man Tamere
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He's definitely in here
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What's up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
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Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC's out
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there
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Peace goes out!
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[Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here
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PEACE!
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Guard Your Grill
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| Naughty By Nature |
