A lot of cats thought the G.P. shit wouldn't make it
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June Luva (Smokin)
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Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin)
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Rubber to the Bands (Smokin)
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Down Low...
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(G.P. forever more baby)
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June Luva (Smokin)
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Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin)
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Rubber to the Bands (Smokin)
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Down Low (Smokin)
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[June Luva]
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Yo crews I been through with my Ginsu
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I be choppin em, the gap below ain't no stoppin em
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I be hoppin em, over the fences droppin em
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Leaping fylin kick on some Shaolin shit
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Get in your stance and defend your square
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If your skills is not equipped we're sendin that ass up outta here
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Indeed no question in this profession
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When G.P.'s in your area it's a blessin
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Keep em guessin what the hell is they up to
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Is they finished? Nigga we barely begun to
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Break em down and claim soil in this industry
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Before I'm gone muthafuckas will remember me
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Check my pedigree, substantial amount of evidence
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Body and fools from presidents
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My residence is Stapleton, Staten Isle
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B/K/A Better Known As the Shao
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[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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When it be the big dipper I beg to differ
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Approach like you want it and get put into a back twister
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Flunkee, little monkey
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All that garbage you be talkin I know you gots to be a junkie
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Cause I ain't feelin out one joints you made
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Everytime you rhyme with the next cat you're gettin slayed
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Your style's played but you still keep sportin it
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Put a cork in it, dust it off and auction it
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Get what you can for it 'fore it's too late
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You don't want the world to find out the shit's gold plated
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And outdated, I know you're glad you made it when you made it
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Cause you style's only gettin faded
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While I maintain mint condition
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You got your eyes on the star wishin you could plead half my mission
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It's all good tho, you're not an all-pro
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You know you're gettin over with a style's that's so so
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And while I'm all that you be gettin left back
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And laughed at like a fat girls ass crack
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[Rubberbands]
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Murder I write cause wrote is past tense
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Leavin featherweight MCs in suspense
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Cause in my division we dealin with ammunition
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Lyrically cuttin niggas down like trees
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You think you got me under pressure cause you whylin
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You scare me just as much as the haunted house on Coney Island
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They used to say you was soft and smilin
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But all that shit stopped once Protect Ya Neck dropped
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Hip hop terrorists on the rise
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The Grain click will take the industry by surprise
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There is no stoppin what is meant, leavin competition bent like
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Two match-ups in an accident, head on collision
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Spokin like a Geo Prism
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And if you didn't see us comin I suggest you check your vision
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You're on point at a arrange for correction
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Like bringin a homeboy hookup outta state, there's no connection
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[Down Low Recka]
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G.P. not the greatest but we famous
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For committin the crime and tracks that be hittin
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But niggas can't maintain this, we stain this
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With the blood from a real nigga who be nameless
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Check me, got the ill stee undercover
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More current, holdin on the green like a rubber
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Cause I be not a carbon copy or sloppy
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Watch me, even stop me but never got me
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Still got niggas on this block, it's hectic
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It's winter, Stapleton go all out and enter
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My Chamber, danger, no turnin back
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36 physical hits, ill mental tricks
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Come mad thick
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Nobody know to have to explain this
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Predict the competition got a style that's brainless
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So I crush your tower with stories by the hour
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G.P. who? Put the power in the power
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Rewind, come against the selector
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The Grain remain self-contained in any sector, what
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If you representin the East keep (Smokin)
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If you representin the West keep (Smokin)
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If you recognizin the Grain be (Smokin)
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Then you representin the best G (Smokin)
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Down Low (Smokin)
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Rubber to the Bands (Smokin)
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June Luva (Smokin)
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Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin)
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