Текст песни GP Wu - Hit Me With That Shit
GP Wu - Hit Me With That Shit слова песни
Intro:Hey what`s up fam? (what`s goin` down?) Word to this GP shit right herenawmean? (1-2) Turn my mic up. We`re comin` through until the nextmillenium. (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 soundIt`s the Low Down crystal clear with these vocals My international skills train the localsWorld wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darksideFuck runnin` from the sun it`s a no win situation goin` up againstgladiationNow 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 cottonSilly of you to think that GP would be forgottenYou spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plottedWays to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip As far as I`m concerned your ass best not slipOr get hit and injected with the truth to your veinAnd a sticker on your face that reads "GP the grain"You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what whatwhat)You been out for years and ain`t a motherfucker mentionWhere that shit came from instead you play dumbStapleton invented you you ain`t know son?A hundred grand for the head of thee imposterDescription of his face hangin` on the rosterBring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injectorYou better watch what you say in my BerettaWill be used for the first time straight out the boxThey dealt it to the Hudson by the Stapleton docksPoppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)and let these niggas knowHook:GP forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mindIt`s like we try to tell you time after timeYou fuckin` with the rawPop The Brown Hornet:The floor should of been empty because you against me Is like a grown man against a babyNo way no how could you fuck with thisBefore I`m done with you you`ll be on my shit listDead and stinkin` for even thinkin`You can pull off an upset please you don`t pose near threatYou`re a stink bomb I`m comin` Stapleton styleTo blow up your whole profileMy shiggy shiggy Shaolin style is so ruggedMC`s that like our identity try to dub itIt can`t be duplicated the way I situate itIt`s too complicated I get highly modivatedIt comes to battlin` MCs they start thinkin`I wonder the fuck Pop with the blood clot drinkin`I hope it wasn`t gas cause I`m about to get up in that assYou fucked with me first but I should of been the lastBrother word to mother keep them feelings hurtDealing with the lyrical expertWho don`t give a hoot I`ll be the first to shootDeadly lyrics ironically raisin` dead spiritsRubbabandz:GP`s comin` through call it a hostiel take overYou on the hunt for our LP like Sean Connery on The Hunt For Red OctoberCandy rappers dependin` on the power of a four leaf cloverPresident and plus part ownerRubbabands got more fans than BarcelonaYou gettin` more record sales than me Chances are slim like tryin` to get a job on Wall Street with a diplomaHigh school graduate just wasn`t me So `93 be the year I sign up for my G.E.D.Takin` trades so I have something to fall back onSo on a job interview this looks goodJust in case our records don`t sell, knock on woodMy fault but that`s just a wild and crazy thoughtCause you know we goin` gold from like a month from when we dropCause GP the grain is just so so hot To def get left in the dust we bust Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plusHook