The Grits (featuring 8-Off) (Album Version)

The Grits - Cappadonna

This album right here

This is the Yin and 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 of um

A lot of love a lot of hate

You know what I'm saying

'Cus it's like come on I got enemies

I got frienemies

And those that pretend to be's

Homicide Hills

That's the grits

The Grits

The barracks baby word up

Verrazano bridge yo yo

I give a speech like Martin Luther King

Let freedom ring forget a bow ring

It's a black thing

Holding me locked up

With brothers be getting oxed up

Taking life for granted most of us abandon

How I know you not a cruel

Beef in the home Africans with jet black Americans

Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans

Deep in the street thugs carrying heat

The rest of the projects surrounded with gates

Middle class families are moving upstate

While the younger generation selling cake

Trying to immitate mixtapes

It's all final big locks on the Verrazano

Get fined BB conduct on some King Tut

Poverty struck I seen the right to enter Uhaah took

My cup runneth over stressed out whenever I'm sober

This cold world got my girl scan

Fight on the sand I'm allergic to ham

Weak minds all aboard

I see devils in the eyes of camcord'

And my reward is to let y'all know

I'm going out like P L O whenever I go uhh

The Grits

The Grits

I start the slaughtering make all eyes start watering

I know an 800 number you can get your coffin

Start ordering

The metamorphosis of my skill is sure

To bring overcome any king

Faking ain't counterfeit money in the bing

I do a sting with two 9's under my sling

Anybody you bring still won't do a god damn thing

You nothing but a onion in the rain

I floss rhymes I loss rhymes I got it like that

Y'all b**ch niggas I toss times

I got rhymes that'll still rock you cats that'll spot you

Told you I chill lay off a sh*t I still shot you

The only thing I'm unable to do is do what I got to

Look in hospital Brooklyn apostle lyrical gospel

Still fortunate to scorch your sh*t

Paying for the cost of it

Your whole style remains wack I know it's awful kid

The Grits

The Grits

The Grits

The Grits

Yo I play the back like back in the days

Give thanks and praise watch the frisk raise reunite

Take birth trees to upright I forget a fake MC's

My song's the Bible survival in the man the lost lands

No radio play the Pillage is banned

Like a foreigner don't understand

Y'all some flan cats eat pig reneg real sh*t from digs

Hit you off with the packages and facts on tracks

Y'all talk but that's put that back

We dealing in the orphanage way surpass your image

I'm a chemist a dual dentist

Treat my heritage like friendship

I be exit I rock a gold necklace

And restless it's always hectic

Staten Island sh*t bad habit sh*t

Made me twist it one twenty disctrict sh*t

Pillage be the senate throw darts like Masons

Garment Rennaissance patrionts

Hold the blood like tampons

Baby conduct put your fist up no more struggles

100 dollars for the hen' dog 200 for the bubbles

Less troubles Pill-Age

Plus some can turn rappers of off the stage

This beef will never we engage

Buck buck buck buck buck

The Grits

The Grits

The Grits

The Grits

The Grits

If you f**ked my little ho yo let me know that then

Let me know 'coz I definately let

I definately let niggas know

When I was banging they ho up

I was like yeah yeah you thought

She was in love with you

And I tried to tell you

That she wasn't in love with you and I blazed her

Then I then I called you the next day and let you know

And you gonna be like "Yo let me get my bracelet back"