Two Gats Up - G.P. Wu



Forty individuals

Keep it on the low? Keep it on the low, aiiight

Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up



[Rubberbands]

Yo with your 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, G.P. connects when

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 G.P. click



[Down Low Recka]

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

G.P., unmistakably the finest



[June Luva]

Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator

Track killer, premeditated murder

May the force be with you

When you go up against this r



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