Gp Wu - Hit Me With That Shit Lyrics
Intro:Hey whats up fam? (whats goin down? ) word to this gp shit right hereNawmean? (1-2) turn my mic up. were comin through until the nextMillenium. (word born no doubt) time to hit em with that shit.Down low reka:Take flight thieves in the night hold groundSwipe all belongings without making a soundIts the low down crystal clear with these vocalsMy international skills train the localsWorld wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside***** runnin from the sun its a no win situation goin up againstGladiationNow knowin what youre facinJunelover:Question what was you representin back in the days it the grain over fades(I dont know) runnin through my projects pickin fresh cottonSilly of you to think that gp would be forgottenYou spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plottedWays to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money gripAs far as Im concerned your ass best not slipOr get hit and injected with the truth to your veinAnd a sticker on your face that reads gp the grainYou wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what whatWhat)You been out for years and aint a mother*****er mentionWhere that shit came from instead you play dumbStapleton invented you you aint know son?A hundred grand for the head of thee imposterDescription of his face hangin on the rosterBring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injectorYou better watch what you say in my berettaWill be used for the first time straight out the boxThey dealt it to the hudson by the stapleton docksPoppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)And let these niggas knowHook:Gp forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mindIts like we try to tell you time after timeYou *****in with the rawPop the brown hornet:The floor should of been empty because you against meIs like a grown man against a babyNo way no how could you ***** with thisBefore Im done with you youll be on my shit listDead and stinkin for even thinkinYou can pull off an upset please you dont pose near threatYoure a stink bomb Im comin stapleton styleTo blow up your whole profileMy shiggy shiggy shaolin style is so ruggedMcs that like our identity try to dub itIt cant be duplicated the way I situate itIts too complicated I get highly modivatedIt comes to battlin mcs they start thinkinI wonder the ***** pop with the blood clot drinkinI hope it wasnt gas cause Im about to get up in that assYou *****ed with me first but I should of been the lastBrother word to mother keep them feelings hurtDealing with the lyrical expertWho dont give a hoot Ill be the first to shootDeadly lyrics ironically raisin dead spiritsRubbabandz:Gps comin through call it a hostiel take overYou on the hunt for our lp like sean connery on the hunt for red octoberCandy rappers dependin on the power of a four leaf cloverPresident and plus part ownerRubbabands got more fans than barcelonaYou gettin more record sales than meChances are slim like tryin to get a job on wall street with a diplomaHigh school graduate just wasnt meSo 93 be the year I sign up for my g.e.d.Takin trades so I have something to fall back onSo on a job interview this looks goodJust in case our records dont sell, knock on woodMy fault but thats just a wild and crazy thoughtCause you know we goin gold from like a month from when we dropCause gp the grain is just so so hotTo def get left in the dust we bustReal hip hop guarenteed platinum and plusHook
