feat. 8-Off the Assassin



Intro: 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



[Verse 1: Cappadonna]

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



THE GRITS!

THE GRITS!



[Verse 2: 8-Off]

I start the slaughtering

Make all eyes start watering

I know an 800 number you can get your coffin

Start ordering

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