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Song title: Gp Wu - Hit Me With That Shit

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Intro:
Hey whats up fam? (whats goin down? ) word to this gp shit right here
Nawmean? (1-2) turn my mic up. were comin through until the next
Millenium. (word born no doubt) time to hit em with that shit.

Down low reka:
Take flight thieves in the night hold ground
Swipe all belongings without making a sound
Its the low down crystal clear with these vocals
My international skills train the locals
World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside
Fuck runnin from the sun its a no win situation goin up against
Gladiation
Now knowin what youre facin

Junelover:
Question what was you representin back in the days it the grain over fades

(I dont know) runnin through my projects pickin fresh cotton
Silly of you to think that gp would be forgotten
You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted
Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip
As far as Im concerned your ass best not slip
Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein
And a sticker on your face that reads gp the grain
You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what what
What)
You been out for years and aint a motherfucker mention
Where that shit came from instead you play dumb
Stapleton invented you you aint know son?
A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter
Description of his face hangin on the roster
Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector
You better watch what you say in my beretta
Will be used for the first time straight out the box
They dealt it to the hudson by the stapleton docks
Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)
And let these niggas know

Hook:
Gp forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind
Its like we try to tell you time after time

You fuckin with the raw

Pop the brown hornet:
The floor should of been empty because you against me
Is like a grown man against a baby
No way no how could you fuck with this
Before Im done with you youll be on my shit list
Dead and stinkin for even thinkin
You can pull off an upset please you dont pose near threat
Youre a stink bomb Im comin stapleton style
To blow up your whole profile
My shiggy shiggy shaolin style is so rugged
Mcs that like our identity try to dub it
It cant be duplicated the way I situate it
Its too complicated I get highly modivated
It comes to battlin mcs they start thinkin
I wonder the fuck pop with the blood clot drinkin
I hope it wasnt gas cause Im about to get up in that ass
You fucked with me first but I should of been the last
Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt
Dealing with the lyrical expert
Who dont give a hoot Ill be the first to shoot
Deadly lyrics ironically raisin dead spirits

Rubbabandz:
Gps comin through call it a hostiel take over
You on the hunt for our lp like sean connery on the hunt for red october
Candy rappers dependin on the power of a four leaf clover
President and plus part owner
Rubbabands got more fans than barcelona
You gettin more record sales than me
Chances are slim like tryin to get a job on wall street with a diploma
High school graduate just wasnt me
So 93 be the year I sign up for my g.e.d.
Takin trades so I have something to fall back on
So on a job interview this looks good
Just in case our records dont sell, knock on wood
My fault but thats just a wild and crazy thought
Cause you know we goin gold from like a month from when we drop
Cause gp the grain is just so so hot
To def get left in the dust we bust
Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus

Hook