The Grudge

Aaaaah,
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 When I was nine years old, I realized there was a goal
 To make it back home without my stuff gettin' stole
 My moms gave me money for licorice and fish
 A five dollar bill, I was ridiculously rich
 Now you was on the corner, by the store with you goons
 I was into comic books and watching cartoons
 And just cuz you was older, you grabbed me by the shoulder
 Dug inside my pockets, and that's when it was over
 I felt so sad, afraid and alone
 I cried as I walked all the way back home
 I see you ever summer now at Brownsville day
 You see me starin' at you and you always look away
 Cuz now that we adults, you prolly don't recall
 Half the kids you fucked with, way back when you was small
 I wanna whoop that ass, and explain it to the judge
 It's 30 years later dawg, and still I gotta grudge
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 But I'm not gon' budge
 I don't mean to hold a grudge
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 I ain't forget the way it was
 Yea back in highschool I once fell in love with a dame
 Dissed my boys cuz my heart spent most of my time
 I dropped everything when she called
 Like Reggie Miller I ain't wanna be a playa no more
 But you start my heart right on the floor
 Threw my things out the door
 Then you called "Ven aquí mi amor"
 Love game, shoulda known from the start
 Thought I was in ER, but you played with my heart
 But I'm a man just playin' my part
 I'm losing my game, wish that I could unplug and restart
 Every time that I leave, you would fall to your knees
 Said you were with your girls, but you really with Steve
 I peaked your bullshit and just took it with ease
 You saved your own dough and loved spending my cheese
 I gotta grudge with you and I'm out for revenge
 And it's not gonna end till I'm humpin' your friend
 Take that, bitch
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 But I'm not gon' budge
 I don't mean to hold a grudge
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 I ain't forget the way it was
 Uh huh, grudge niggas.
 Yo, back when I was like twelve or thirteen
 I was the flyest on the street
 Had to swim 5 speed with the stick shift and the Huffy seat
 We was young, not into guns yet
 But you and yours boys jumped me, stole my bike and rode off in the sunset
 You a mistake and you should be erased
 Yea I remember you dawg so let me cut to the chase
 When I find you, you'll get put in your place
 And I ain't talkin 'bout yellin', I was thinkin' more like a foot to the face
 Uncle Max you remember you in dire need
 You sold my Michael Jordan rookie card to buy some weed
 Well my moms with the boss and she left me a check
 To buy sneakers but you took it to bet on the Nets
 Hated you, I wish that she made you move
 I got blamed for the porno on pay-per-view
 No sorry, it's too late to apologize
 I was traumatized as a kid at eight
 I gotta grudge
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 But I'm not gon' budge
 I don't mean to hold a grudge
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 I ain't forget the way it was
 Let's do it
 This is the real shit
 I still have a dream...