Gp Wu - 1st Thing First Lyrics
1st thing firstYall niggas better recognizeFirst you better recognize g.p.Yeah yeah, aint nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmeanSo peep next tight things babyChorus:1st things first, you better recognize g.p.***** all that other bullshit basicallyDont really care who you be with niggaWe comin through, keep your finger on the trigger[june luva]I keep creatin, producin flavorThat I gave ya like sugar from a neighborSave ya self cause I cant hold it back any longerFeelings of hate is gettin strongerSomethin in my minds takin over meCould it be the grim reaper controllin meI dont know but Im sick of this shitOne minute a niggas insane the next legitBut check it, Im on this mission like the one david bannerAnd through my travels I erupt in such a mannerOf explosion, some say that Im the chosenWisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozenSo gimme mines black, you know what Im askin forThe utmost respect or Im gonna tap that jawBetter yet Im tired of playin mister nice guyTake the two piece combo to your eyeUppercut, uppercut as Im smashinConsecutive body blows, ribs Im crashinThe next time you wanna flex better do it in a different directionCause all this is my section[down low recka]Ima get mine, as long as I do instead of tryDont sweat I punk, go suck a dick and dieIts business, order number one catch wreckSecond ima go state to state (third) make connectsNext when I get there itll be urgentTo stain your clean style washed in detergentDont fight, I observe the street life is trifeBite in a car gettin your guts scarredNo food, your thoughts go through hunger, now Im wrong forBringin the thunder in a song, it makes you wonderAll of a sudden I can taste itMeanwhile wax was wasted shaolin replaced it, face itHittin the switches, fixin the glitchesBeen through a lot from stitches to playin in ditchesDownin french *****esPayin the cost and bein the boss andSlingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortionWhat the ***** made a nigga tell me I dont knowI observe, all enfold to be a proIm iller, strivin to be a top billerSmokin the killer, and livin the high life like miller[pop the brown hornet]I play the host at your funeralYou been the victim of deadly lyricsAs I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you saidReach down and out your head, you been beheadedOn top of that your tongues been shreddedNo longer will your mouth get that ass in troubleResemblin nicole simpson, layin in a blood puddleYou shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into*****in with a nigga from my crew but its too lateAll your loved ones was at your wakeWishin you hadnt of done itThe odds was one in a hundredBut still you wanted to test your skillNow youre layin in the box all packed with rhymes that killAint no games here, its strictly wear and tearIts the rapper of the year makin love to your earI heard you smacked your girl in the showerCause you heard her singin my song, can we all get alongGuess not, youre mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got herOff a nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all thatKid the fly rapper, wet up with crackGot the ***** comin back for moreOf the uncut raw hardcore she never hadNow I got her callin me dadNigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unhChorus
