• Naughty By Nature
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  • Naughty By Nature

    Guard Your Grill

    Guard your grill

    Intro: Kay Gee

    *phone dialling*
    Hello it's '91. Buckle up guard your grill! Hee hee
    (Har what the fuck?)
    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!


    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


    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


    [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
    Peace goes out!
    [Vinny] Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here

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