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Gp Wu - 1st Thing First
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1st thing first Yall niggas better recognize First you better recognize g.p. Yeah yeah, aint nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmean So peep next tight things baby Chorus: 1st things first, you better recognize g.p. Fuck all that other bullshit basically Dont really care who you be with nigga We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger [june luva] I keep creatin, producin flavor That I gave ya like sugar from a neighbor Save ya self cause I cant hold it back any longer Feelings of hate is gettin stronger Somethin in my minds takin over me Could it be the grim reaper controllin me I dont know but Im sick of this shit One minute a niggas insane the next legit But check it, Im on this mission like the one david banner And through my travels I erupt in such a manner Of explosion, some say that Im the chosen Wisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozen So gimme mines black, you know what Im askin for The utmost respect or Im gonna tap that jaw Better yet Im tired of playin mister nice guy Take the two piece combo to your eye Uppercut, uppercut as Im smashin Consecutive body blows, ribs Im crashin The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction Cause all this is my section [down low recka] Ima get mine, as long as I do instead of try Dont sweat I punk, go suck a dick and die Its business, order number one catch wreck Second ima go state to state (third) make connects Next when I get there itll be urgent To stain your clean style washed in detergent Dont fight, I observe the street life is trife Bite in a car gettin your guts scarred No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now Im wrong for Bringin the thunder in a song, it makes you wonder All of a sudden I can taste it Meanwhile wax was wasted shaolin replaced it, face it Hittin the switches, fixin the glitches Been through a lot from stitches to playin in ditches Downin french bitches Payin the cost and bein the boss and Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion What the fuck made a nigga tell me I dont know I observe, all enfold to be a pro Im iller, strivin to be a top biller Smokin the killer, and livin the high life like miller [pop the brown hornet] I play the host at your funeral You been the victim of deadly lyrics As I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you said Reach down and out your head, you been beheaded On top of that your tongues been shredded No longer will your mouth get that ass in trouble Resemblin nicole simpson, layin in a blood puddle You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into Fuckin with a nigga from my crew but its too late All your loved ones was at your wake Wishin you hadnt of done it The odds was one in a hundred But still you wanted to test your skill Now youre layin in the box all packed with rhymes that kill Aint no games here, its strictly wear and tear Its the rapper of the year makin love to your ear I heard you smacked your girl in the shower Cause you heard her singin my song, can we all get along Guess not, youre mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her Off a nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack Got the bitch comin back for more Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had Now I got her callin me dad Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh Chorus
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