Gp Wu - Two Gats Up Lyrics
Forty individualsKeep it on the low? keep it on the low, aiiightYo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up[rubberbands]Yo with your departure lets start the executionSeems like everybody rappins robbin and shootinTalkin real cheapI got a record deal just to get away from the streetsNiggas stuck up shits creek with no way to escapeWhen we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapesWhat the ***** you thought, g.p. connects whenMajority of these rap cats dont even get a grinNever paid dues, actin like they vets on my setTil they get a reality check, niggas still wetBehind the ears in this rap shitGet blown off the face of the earth by the g.p. click[down low recka]Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised itNow adapt to the shaolin chapterThe non-fiction, number one bestsellerProject award winner (two gats up)Yeah, its obvious you the sloppiestGot a glass forehead so youre bad when you copy thisYou could say we live for the winterAint no shorts taken, veterans, no beginnersConstant winner, a born sinnerMake you think your style is thinnerYoure too pary to carryA microphone across stage knowin that Im on the other sideReady to conquer and divideHoldin mine comes naturalFormin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nailsA real nigga never tellsReal niggas know that fake niggas gelGet bugged, dont blow, perishable mcs got blinders onLeadin themselves into the stormIts the power of god, pg, parental guidanceG.p., unmistakably the finest[june luva]Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinatorTrack killer, premeditated murderMay the force be with youWhen you go up against this record sellin burglar darth vaderHit you up somethin terrorAnd I make you wish you never heard of a gladiatorSecret spies tryin to steal grain dataHit em up with the steel, get the jackulator[pop the brown hornet]Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and batteredThey all look at r, another hip hop starBrown hornet, I got mcs cornered like a ratI hit a homerun everytime up to batYou could read about it, talk about it, aint no doubt about itI get amped when shows are crowdedSo come support me hold down the fortI score everytime I touch a hip hop courtWatch me dunk on em, then hit a three on emYo he a punk, I knock him out and then I pee on himVerbal gymnastic master tacticsNiggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattressBut I refuse to bend, I intend to explore the top tenDont try to analyze or comprehendAccept it, g.p. connectedNiggas run for the bomb but shaolin styles intercepted itHave no fear the foundations hereLettin party-goers know that we truly do careIts not all guns and violence, we like to ***** to try to actConservativeWe love when johnny buck-buck[rubberbands]Lyrical combat better watch your ass sonI shines pretty like a double four magnumThe impact from the gat goes boomSo when Im speakin I appreciate the roomMy character erupt like a niggaIm stressed, baby and Im down on my last triggerOne in the chamber, nothins gonna change theInfrared dot to your skull meaning dangerDuck, boom-pow, its too late youre caughtWhat, raise up and act like you want itI didnt think so nigga, youre *****in with a majorEven x-men couldnt save yaYup Im a new bad boy new york stalkerCrash mcs, they need therapy, then a walkerFast talker, do the knowledge I lost yaJustice prevailed, *****ed around and who crossed ya[june luva]This is not a testHip hop is in a real state of emergencyIf this had been a test you would not be bearing witnessTo the hip hop saviorsJune luva, pop the brown hornet, rubberbands and down low reckaWe now advise you to pump this loudAs we return to our regularly scheduled programmin
