Has this ever happened to you?   Can you name this tune?   These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened      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 through 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 wassup?   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      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 nothin', 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 enough   Then go around to them and him because [Incomprehensible]   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 nuts 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 grills, 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      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      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 yeah, 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 shh   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 pharaoh with a psycho   Put down ya handgun, up with'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      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      This goes out to the 118th Street Posse   My man scratch in the house, y'know what I'm sayin'?   And oh yae, pss pss pss pss   Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up      A strong what up to my man Kid Capri   This goes out to my man Jack Don   I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza   What's up to Clark Kent and my man face?      This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill   'Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill   I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house   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   Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here, peace!