*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

 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:

 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