Cappadonna - The grits

[Intro: Cappadonna] This album right here, this is The Yin & The Yang So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it You gonna hear a lot of profanity You might hear a lot, um, a lot of love, a lot of hate Youknow I'msayin? Cuz it's like, come on I got a lot of enemies, I got frienemies And those that pretend to be Homocide Hill, that's the Grits (THE GRITS!) The Barracks baby, word up Verrazano Bridge Yo, yo [Cappadonna] I give a speech like Martin Luther King, let freedom reign Forget a gold ring, it's a black thing Holdin me locked up with brothers, be gettin oxed up Takin life for granted, most of us are banded How I know you not a clone, beef in the home Africans, we jet black Americans Dominicans, war wit the Puerto Ricans Deep in the street, thugs carryin heat If that's the projects, surrounded with gates Middle class famillies are movin up state While the younger generation's sellin cake Tryin to imitate mix tapes It's all final, big locks on the Verrazano Can't find, BB conduct, on some King Tut' Poverty struck, I seen him like an empty U-Haul truck My cup runneth over, stressed out whenever I'm sober This cold world got my girl scared Fight on the sand, I'm allergic to ham Weak minds all aboard I see devils in their eyes of camcord' And my reward is to let y'all know I'm goin out like P.L.O., whenever I go, ugh THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Agallah] I stop the slaughterin make all eyes start waterin I know a 1-800 you can get your coffin, so start orderin The metamorphesis of my skill is sure to break, overcome any king You faker than counterfeit money in the bing I do a sting with two nines under my sling Anybody you bring, still don't do a god damn thing You ain't nothin but a, onion in the ring I floss rhymes, I lost rhymes I got it like that, y'all bitch niggas I tossed times I got rhymes that'll still rock you, cats stop spot you Told you, "I'll chill, lay off the shit", still shot you The only thing I'm unable to do, is do what I got to Lookin hostile, Brooklyn apostle, lyrical gospel Still fortunate to scorch your shit, payin for the cost of it Your whole style remains wreck, I know it's awful kid [Cappadonna] THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! (Yo) THE GRITS! I play the back like back in the days Give thanks for praise, watch the fridge raid Reunite, Jay Bird teach the up-right I forget the +Fake MC's+, my song's the +B.I.B.L.E.+ Survival in the man, in lost land No radio play, +The Pillage+ is banned Like a foreigner that don't understand Y'all souflan cats eat the pig We make real shit from Diggs Hit you off with the packages of facts on tracks Y'all talk with that, put that back We dealin in the orphanage, race surpass your image I'm a chemist, hit you out, dentist I treat my heritage like friendship I beat exit, I rock a gold necklace I'm restless, it's always hectic, Staten Island shit Bad habit shit, make me twist it, 1-20 district shit Pillage be the senate, throw darts like masons +Garment Rennaisance+, patrions, hold the blood like tampons BB conduct, put your fist up No more struggles, hundred dollar for the hand off Two hundred for the bubbles, less troubles Pill-age, push Uncle Tom rappers off of the stage There's beef whenever we engage Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! THE GRITS! [Outro: Cappadonna (?)] If you fucked my little hoe, yo let me know that then (Exactly) Let me know (Aight) Cuz I definetly let, I definetly Let niggas know when I was bangin they hoe up I was like "Yeah, yeah, you thought she was in love wit you And I tried to tell you that, she wasn't in love wit you Then I blazed, then I, then I called you the next day And let you know, then you gonna be like" "Yo let me get my bracelet back" {laughter}