Blow Up Lyrics - Singles - Gp Wu

All my brothers, what? 

Let the world know it's hot 9, 7, what? 

Shaolin take it to the top all the ladies 

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight 

Keepin' the party tight aight 

I be the one to break through your barrier 

Bomb carrier ready to explode in hype mode 

You'll catch a bad decision at any given 

I was marked for death, so now this is how the fuck I'm livin'? 

Let me lay the law, let me connect four 

GP the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin' and thought 

Standin' tall but you comin' up short 

Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport 

Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun 

You target practice, I'ma hit you off for fun 

Answer one question, what crossed your mind? 

To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design 

You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin' 

Like a gun toter up against an assassin 

I'm the real McCoy, old school B Boy 

Anything I seek, I could create or destroy 

It's like that, born with the strength to strike back 

Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat 

It's either you or my contract 

All you gotta say is where we get it on at and it's on 

All my brothers, what? 

Let the world know it's hot 9, 7, what? 

Shaolin take it to the top all the ladies 

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight 

Keepin' the party tight aight 

Movin' in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books 

It's off the hook, got me on crop 

Ready to pop somethin' in my circumference if we don't rock 

But a lot of niggas snitch makin' the streets too hot 

Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs 

Let it die down, get it out the air 

Gossipin' to get rich, callin' 1-800 tips 

Hundred dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey Show 

Everybody wanna blow overnight 

The secret to my success is I don't get too hype 

Laid back killer instances, killer track, make a snap re-mack 

Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack, highly addictive 

The microphone's the glass dick 

And I'm smokin' smash hits, I need to be rehabilitated 

And if I write to the beat that only 

Makes the murder of the track premeditated 

How dare you even look my way? 

Better yet cross my path and have somethin' to say 

You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin' with 

Niggas suck my dick, June'll be the first to bust your shit 

Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin' fast 

The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast 

Hit 'em one time up in his brain 

But didn't kill 'em, I left him mentally insane 

It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin' 

Animosity towards me will get you toasted 

6 million ways, 365 days, I be on the street, crime pays 

Nicks, Dimes and Treys used to be my hustle 

Until I learned how to grab heat 

And take it with the muscle 

And rush you and pin you to the wall quickly 

I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty 

All my brothers, what? 

Let the world know it's hot 

All the ladies 

Can you feel us all up in your swat? 

Can't touch the God lyrical far from typical style 

Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles 

Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths 

Casualty, SI be I soulful by the craft 

Divine self Allah, the golden mic holder 

Got this whole shit locked like the Ayatollah 

Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils 

But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel 

Try to slay the master, his heart rate beats faster 

Assault and battery make it hard to remember 

Behold, I the black avenger 

Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as December 

Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure 

And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja 

Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real 

War, four score with a hundred raw niggas 

You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line 

With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine 

Mental court got niggas doin' time and 

Frustration got me ready to do crime 

Watch me shine like a comet 

Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit 

Frontin' all them years you need to stop it 

You see who comin', the rightful owners of this era 

Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror 

Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort 

Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport 

Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedalin' 

Your God's ain't hard, how you think you better than 

Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts 

Made known, reality show the grain blow 

All over, universally consume your town like fire 

Blaze the shit 'til we retire 

All my brothers, what? 

Let the world know it's hot 9, 7, what? 

Shaolin take it to the top all the ladies 

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight 

Keepin' the party tight, aight 

All my brothers, what? 

Let the world know it's hot 9, 7, what? 

Shaolin take it to the top all the ladies 

Show some love sugar, it's on tonight 

Keepin' the party tight, aight 

All the ladies, can you feel it in your 

All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9, 7 

Shaolin take it to the top 

We keep the party tight, aight