Guard Your Grill Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Intro: Kay Gee 

*phone dialling* 

(Hello?) 

Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee 

(Har what the fuck?) 

Has this ever happened to you? 

Can you name this tune? 

These victims knew how to guard they grill, this would've never happened! 

Verse 1: Treach 

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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 thru 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 wuz up? 

Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, yup! 

Chorus: 

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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! 

Verse 2: Treach 

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 nottin, 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 nuff 

Then go around to them and him because? 

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? 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 girls, 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 

Chorus 

Verse 3: Treach 

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 yaeh, 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 shhh... 

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 pharoah with a psycho 

Put down ya handgun, up which'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 

Chorus 

Outro: 

(Vin Rock) This goes out to the 118th Street Posse 

My man J Scratch in the house, y'knowhutI'msayin? 

And oh yaeh, pss pss pss pss 

(Kay Gee) Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up! 

(Treach) A strong what up to my man Kid Capri 

(KG) This goes out to my man Jack Don 

I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza 

(T) What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face! 

(KG) This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down The Hill 

Cos they know how to definitely guard they grill 

(Vinny) I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and Easy in the house 

(T) 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! 

(Vinny) Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here 

PEACE!