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    "The Grits" Lyrics

    CappaDonna

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    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 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

    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 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
    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"}
    This song was submitted on May 21st, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Andrew Aguilar, Darryl Hill, Huey Dunbar, Sergio George.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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