The Grits Lyrics - Cappadonna

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 

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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 

Photos 

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'