Intro:
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Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down?) Word to this GP shit right here
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nawmean? (1-2) Turn my mic up. We're comin' through until the next
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millenium. (word born no doubt) Time to hit 'em with that shit.
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Down Low Reka:
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Take flight thieves in the night hold ground
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Swipe all belongings without making a sound
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It's the Low Down crystal clear with these vocals
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My international skills train the locals
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World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside
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Fuck runnin' from the sun it's a no win situation goin' up against
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gladiation
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Now knowin' what you're facin'
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Junelover:
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Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades
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(I don't know) Runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton
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Silly of you to think that GP would be forgotten
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You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted
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Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip
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As far as I'm concerned your ass best not slip
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Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein
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And a sticker on your face that reads "GP the grain"
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You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what what
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what)
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You been out for years and ain't a motherfucker mention
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Where that shit came from instead you play dumb
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Stapleton invented you you ain't know son?
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A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter
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Description of his face hangin' on the roster
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Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector
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You better watch what you say in my Beretta
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Will be used for the first time straight out the box
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They dealt it to the Hudson by the Stapleton docks
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Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)
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and let these niggas know
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Hook:
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GP forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind
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It's like we try to tell you time after time
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You fuckin' with the raw
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Pop The Brown Hornet:
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The floor should of been empty because you against me
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Is like a grown man against a baby
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No way no how could you fuck with this
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Before I'm done with you you'll be on my shit list
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Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin'
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You can pull off an upset please you don't pose near threat
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You're a stink bomb I'm comin' Stapleton style
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To blow up your whole profile
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My shiggy shiggy Shaolin style is so rugged
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MC's that like our identity try to dub it
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It can't be duplicated the way I situate it
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It's too complicated I get highly modivated
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It comes to battlin' MCs they start thinkin'
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I wonder the fuck Pop with the blood clot drinkin'
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I hope it wasn't gas cause I'm about to get up in that ass
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You fucked with me first but I should of been the last
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Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt
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Dealing with the lyrical expert
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Who don't give a hoot I'll be the first to shoot
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Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits
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Rubbabandz:
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GP's comin' through call it a hostiel take over
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You on the hunt for our LP like Sean Connery on The Hunt For Red October
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Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover
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President and plus part owner
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Rubbabands got more fans than Barcelona
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You gettin' more record sales than me
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Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on Wall Street with a diploma
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High school graduate just wasn't me
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So '93 be the year I sign up for my G.E.D.
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Takin' trades so I have something to fall back on
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So on a job interview this looks good
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Just in case our records don't sell, knock on wood
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My fault but that's just a wild and crazy thought
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Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop
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Cause GP the grain is just so so hot
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To def get left in the dust we bust
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Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus
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Hook
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Hit Me With That Shit
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GP Wu |