Grits (Freestyle)

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Gotta hang out there Niggas keep counting us out (yeah yeah yeah yeah) Niggas ain't acting nice (back again) Raider Ruckus (y'all muthafuckers thought I was dead) Plans into this shit... (the Urban Icon, HG's, UDZ's) Nigga, I got a... (the Unda Dogz, Live Son, the shit is crazy, yo) [Inspectah Deck] I be House Gang, from the pits we blew On your ass, like the Ravens, number 52 Nickel plates on the "get-u's", my chicks be true Chain hang from my nuts, and the whips be new On the block like the mailbox, airing for block Neighborhoods watch, so we gotta share for the cops Watch you glaring at pops? I don't sleep, stay aware from the plots Bump 'em off right there in the spot This is harder than a prison wall, shut up and listen y'all HG's, UDZ's, physically fit to brawl S.I.N.Y., certified, keep, out of town pussy on the passenger side And crews, east side, splashing the five, mashing the drive Big face nigga, fashion is live Like son, check the bodies 'fore you buy that gun Fuck with HG's, nah, don't try that son Here's a jewel for you kid, you can eye that one Or you can get it fucked up and just die that young I'm from the home where the buffalo roam And niggas don't give a flying fuck, talk with signs up Walk with the nine tucked, leave your eyes wide shut Size you up for a cut, of a single buck [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, we from the grits, y'all S.I.N.Y., 10304, my nigga Live Son on the track Yeah.. "The Fugitive" Carlton Fisk, what's good? La Banga... Donnie Cash, strong arming this shit Raider Ruckus...