Текст песни The Grits (featuring 8-Off) - Cappadonna , 8-Off
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
HOMOCIDE
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
PLO
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
bitch
niggas
I
toss
times
I
got
rhymes
that'll
still
rock
you
Cats
that'll
spot
you
Told
you
I
chill
Lay
off
a
shit
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
shit
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!
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
songs
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
shit
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
shit
Bad
habit
shit
Made
me
twist
it
One
twenty
disctrict
shit
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
fucked
my
little
ho
Yo,
let
me
know
that
then(Exactly)
Let
me
know
cus
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
called
you
The
next
day
and
let
you
know
And
you
gonna
be
like
'Yo,
let
me
get
my
bracelet
back'
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