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"}