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GP Wu - Two Gats Up lyrics
Forty individuals Keep it on the low? Keep it on the low, aiiight Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up [Rubberbands] Yo with your departure let's start the execution Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin Talkin real cheap I got a record deal just to get away from the streets Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes What the fuck you thought, G.P. connects when Majority of these rap cats don't even get a grin Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet Behind the ears in this rap shit Get blown off the face of the Earth by the G.P. click [Down Low Recka] Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it Now adapt to the Shaolin chapter The non-fiction, number one bestseller Project award winner (Two gats up) Yeah, it's obvious you the sloppiest Got a glass forehead so you're bad when you copy this You could say we live for the winter Ain't no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners Constant winner, a born sinner Make you think your style is thinner You're too pary to carry A microphone across stage knowin that I'm on the other side Ready to conquer and divide Holdin mine comes natural Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails A real nigga never tells Real niggas know that fake niggas gel Get bugged, don't blow, perishable MCs got blinders on Leadin themselves into the storm It's the power of God, PG, Parental Guidance G.P., unmistakably the finest [June Luva] Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator Track killer, premeditated murder May the force be with you When you go up against this r |
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