Guard Your Grill Lyrics

Guard Your Grill lyrics

Intro: Kay Gee

*phone dialling*
(Hello?)
Hello, it`s `91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee
(Har what the f**k?)
Has this ever happened to you?
Can you name this tune?
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
You are forever, forgot, forbid, shouldn`t have to say much more
I been thru more crews than a flute, yeah I`ll show ya
This is so damned scrap I betcha bro don`t know ya
You tried to get cool and say peace, save that peace for a jigsaw
Stay 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 runnin this merry fist miss
I shooker the crook and shaker the fake to get like a quick stick
It`s just another one dud and is 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 cos 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 wuz 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 smoke 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 ya 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 sleepin, no nottin, no rest and hey
No snoozin, no dozin, no f`in way
Heapin things up like a Coke cup
Wind me up but y`all I gets the low wits tha rough stuff
And after enough to cut ya off a piece, still have nuff
Then go around to them and him because ??? ???
I I got posse full a fighters all fly like a chopper
Use to couldn`t take em out cos they was rowdy hip-hoppers
There`s so much gold for roast, the ??? don`t knock us
My nuts are my only homies that can hang proper
At school I had a lot, I filled with VCR`s and Vodka
I had two girls, one a runner, one a trotter
Back then I wore briefs, tella starter, gettin hotter
Then I grew yea 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

Verse 3: Treach

I don`t lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
Never been to Tokyo or *?Keeper`s Day Bolochio?*
Guard your grill, here`s a feel, I rush hard
I got the fliest ride out here, the `91 bus card
So callin me for a ride ain`t the answer
Huh, you want a lift ya better pick up a transfer
Sayin we will go for one cut, now we`re dead
Oh yaeh, 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 ya feelin real low, ya no flow-crow
You slow hobo, stiffer than Robo
Oh, here`s another side of bein real quick
You might speak it fulla cracks, but you still ain`t shhh...
So don`t try at those same style battle cry
I rock the U-train, the routes that I battle by
I listen to sister shit, it til they quite slow
No matter that white rap, shoot a pharoah with a psycho
Put down ya handgun, up which`cha hands son
Look cops they come, I ain`t the damned one
I was only three steps from a peace prize
Pieces laid, piece of his eyes and his left thigh
Knuckle up, put em up, yeah guard your grill
And that`s comin from Illtown, down the hill

Chorus

Outro:
[Vin Rock] This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
                My man J Scratch in the house, y`knowhutI`msayin?
                And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss
[Kay Gee] Don`t forget, guard your grill, knuckle up!
[Treach] A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
[KG] This goes out to my man Jack Don
        I gotta say what`s up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
[T] What`s up to Clark Kent and my man Face!
[KG] This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill
        Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill
[Vinny] I gotta say what`s up to my man Dre and Easy in the house
[T] This goes out to my man Tamere
     He`s definitely in here
     What`s up to my homey Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
     Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MC`s out
there
     Peace goes out!
[Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here
           PEACE!