โหลดเพลง mp3 The Grits (featuring 8-Off) (Album Version) - Cappadonna

Come on I got enemies
I got frienemies

And those that pretend to be
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 up stop
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 up state
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 Uhah 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 you all know
I'm going out like PLO
Whenever I go uh

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
You b**ch niggas I toss times

I got rhymes that will still rock you
Cats that will 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
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
Your some flan cats eat pig
Reneg real sh*t from digs
Hit you off with the packages and facts on tracks
You 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