Two Gats Up Lyrics - Singles - Gp Wu

Forty individuals, keep it on the low? 

Keep it on the low, aight 

Yo, yo, yo, word up, let's go, nigga, nigga 

Yo pimp get the 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 

Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape 

When we bombard, niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes 

What the fuck you thought, GP connects the[Incomprehensible] 

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 

Niggas still wet behind the ears in this rap shit 

Get blown off the face of the Earth by the GP click 

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 glass 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 nigga never tells, real niggas know that fake niggas 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, GP, unmistakably the finest 

Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator 

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 

Ill fanatic, leave 'em con beat and battered 

They all look at R, another hip hop star 

Brown Hornet, I got MCs cornered like a rat 

I hit a home run every time 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 every time 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 

Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress 

But I refuse to bend, I intend to explore the top ten 

Don't try to analyze or comprehend, accept it, GP connected 

Niggas 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 fuck to 

Try to act conservative, we love when Johnny buck-buck 

Lyrical combat better watch your ass 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 nigga 

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 nigga, you're fuckin' 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, fucked around and who crossed ya 

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 Hornet 

Rubberbands and Down Low Recka 

We now advise you to pump this loud 

As we return to our regular scheduled program