The Grudge Em C

[Verse One: Masta Ace]
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
Cause 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

[Hook]
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