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GP Wu - Hit Me With That Shit lyrics
Intro: Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down?) Word to this GP shit right here nawmean? (1-2) Turn my mic up. We're 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 It's 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 it's a no win situation goin' up against gladiation Now knowin' what you're facin' Junelover: Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades (I don't 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 I'm 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 ain't a motherfucker mention Where that shit came from instead you play dumb Stapleton invented you you ain't 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 |
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