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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
n-gg-s stuck up sh-t’s creek with no way to escape
when we bombard n-gg-s get stomped hard like wine
grapes
what the f-ck 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, n-gg-s still wet
behind the ears in this rap sh-t
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 gl-ss 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 n-gg- never tells
real n-gg-s know that fake n-gg-s 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 -ss-ssinator
track killer, premeditated murder
may the force be with you
when you go up against this record sellin burglar
darth vader
hit you up somethin terror
and i make you wish you never heard of a gladiator
secret spies tryin to steal grain data
hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator

[pop the brown h-rnet]
ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered
they all look at r, another hip hop star
brown h-rnet, i got mcs cornered like a rat
i hit a homerun everytime up to bat
you could read about it, talk about it, ain’t no doubt
about it
i get amped when shows are crowded
so come support me hold down the fort
i score everytime i touch a hip hop court
watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em
yo he a punk, i knock him out and then i pee on him
verbal gymnastic master tactics
n-gg-s styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress
but i refuse to bend, i intend to explore the top ten
don’t try to -n-lyze or comprehend
accept it, g.p. connected
n-gg-s run for the bomb but shaolin style’s
intercepted it
have no fear the foundation’s here
lettin party-goers know that we truly do care
it’s not all guns and violence, we like to f-ck to try
to act
conservative
we love when johnny buck-buck

[rubberbands]
lyrical combat better watch your -ss son
i shines pretty like a double four magnum
the impact from the gat goes boom
so when i’m speakin i appreciate the room
my character erupt like a n-gg-
i’m stressed, baby and i’m down on my last trigger
one in the chamber, nothin’s gonna change the
infrared dot to your skull meaning danger
duck, boom-pow, it’s too late you’re caught
what, raise up and act like you want it
i didn’t think so n-gg-, you’re f-ckin with a major
even x-men couldn’t save ya
yup i’m a new bad boy new york stalker
crash mcs, they need therapy, then a walker
fast talker, do the knowledge i lost ya
justice prevailed, f-cked around and who crossed ya

[june luva]
this is not a test
hip hop is in a real state of emergency
if this had been a test you would not be bearing
witness
to the hip hop saviors
june luva, pop the brown h-rnet, rubberbands and down
low recka
we now advise you to pump this loud
as we return to our regularly scheduled programmin

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