GP Wu Lyrics
GP Wu Lyrics
"1st Thing First Lyrics"
Lookin' for Fool's Gold Lyrics
(Mark Stuart) Keep yourself poor with nothing to show Always put the ones who love you on hold Still seeking riches down another mans road And the prize is under your nose You're looking for fools gold, you don't want to know In front of your face is a vein of pure gold If you mined your own heart you'd find an empty hole Foolish pride dressed up as fools gold Glitter will blind you till you can't see
1st Thing First
Y'all niggas better recognize
First you better recognize G.P.
Yeah yeah, ain't nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmean
So peep next tight things baby
Chorus:
1st things first, you better recognize G.P.
Fuck all that other bullshit basically
Don't really care who you be with nigga
We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger
[June Luva]
I keep creatin, producin flavor
That I gave ya like sugar from a neighbor
Save ya self cause I can't hold it back any longer
Feelings of hate is gettin stronger
Somethin in my mind's takin over me
Could it be the grim reaper controllin me
I don't know but I'm sick of this shit
One minute a nigga's insane the next legit
But check it, I'm on this mission like the one David Banner
And through my travels I erupt in such a manner
Of explosion, some say that I'm the cho
Wisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozen
So gimme mines black, you know what I'm askin for
The utmost respect or I'm gonna tap that jaw
Better yet I'm tired of playin mister nice guy
Take the two piece combo to your eye
Uppercut, uppercut as I'm smashin
Consecutive body blows, ribs I'm crashin
The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction
Cause all this is my section
[Down Low Recka]
I'ma get mine, as long as I do instead of try
Don't sweat I punk, go suck a dick and die
It's business, order number one catch wreck
Second I'ma go state to state (third) make connects
Next when I get there it'll be urgent
To stain your clean style washed in detergent
Don't fight, I observe the street life is trife
Bite in a car gettin your guts scarred
No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for
Bringin
All of a sudden I can taste it
Meanwhile wax was wasted Shaolin replaced it, face it
Hittin the switches, fixin the glitches
Been through a lot from stitches to playin in ditches
Downin French bitches
Payin the cost and bein the boss and
Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion
What the fuck made a nigga tell me I don't know
I observe, all enfold to be a pro
I'm iller, strivin to be a top biller
Smokin the killer, and livin the high life like Miller
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
I play the host at your funeral
You been the victim of deadly lyrics
As I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you said
Reach down and out your head, you been beheaded
On top of that your tongue's been shredded
No longer will your mouth get that ass in trouble
Resemblin Nicole Simpson, layin in a blood puddl
You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into
Fuckin with a nigga from my crew but it's too late
All your loved ones was at your wake
Wishin you hadn't of done it
The odds was one in a hundred
But still you wanted to test your skill
Now you're layin in the box all packed with rhymes that kill
Ain't no games here, it's strictly wear and tear
It's the rapper of the year makin love to your ear
I heard you smacked your girl in the shower
Cause you heard her singin my song, can we all get along
Guess not, you're mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her
Off a nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that
Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack
Got the bitch comin back for more
Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had
Now I got her callin me dad
Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh
Chorus
(Mark Stuart) Keep yourself poor with nothing to show Always put the ones who love you on hold Still seeking riches down another mans road And the prize is under your nose You're looking for fools gold, you don't want to know In front of your face is a vein of pure gold If you mined your own heart you'd find an empty hole Foolish pride dressed up as fools gold Glitter will blind you till you can't see
1st Thing First
Y'all niggas better recognize
First you better recognize G.P.
Yeah yeah, ain't nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmean
So peep next tight things baby
Chorus:
1st things first, you better recognize G.P.
Fuck all that other bullshit basically
Don't really care who you be with nigga
We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger
[June Luva]
I keep creatin, producin flavor
That I gave ya like sugar from a neighbor
Save ya self cause I can't hold it back any longer
Feelings of hate is gettin stronger
Somethin in my mind's takin over me
Could it be the grim reaper controllin me
I don't know but I'm sick of this shit
One minute a nigga's insane the next legit
But check it, I'm on this mission like the one David Banner
And through my travels I erupt in such a manner
Of explosion, some say that I'm the cho
The Reason I Stay Lyrics
If you were here right now I wouldn't right this down at all. I'd think out loud, embracing you in a calm confessional. If you were here right now, I wouldn't write this song at all. I'd sing out loud, and hope that you don't just laugh it off. I stay here because it makes too much sense not to, too much sense not to. If you could hear me now I'd be careful not to say, How I've cancelled all my plans to go away. Sometim
senIf you were here right now I wouldn't right this down at all. I'd think out loud, embracing you in a calm confessional. If you were here right now, I wouldn't write this song at all. I'd sing out loud, and hope that you don't just laugh it off. I stay here because it makes too much sense not to, too much sense not to. If you could hear me now I'd be careful not to say, How I've cancelled all my plans to go away. Sometim
Wisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozen
So gimme mines black, you know what I'm askin for
The utmost respect or I'm gonna tap that jaw
Better yet I'm tired of playin mister nice guy
Take the two piece combo to your eye
Uppercut, uppercut as I'm smashin
Consecutive body blows, ribs I'm crashin
The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction
Cause all this is my section
[Down Low Recka]
I'ma get mine, as long as I do instead of try
Don't sweat I punk, go suck a dick and die
It's business, order number one catch wreck
Second I'ma go state to state (third) make connects
Next when I get there it'll be urgent
To stain your clean style washed in detergent
Don't fight, I observe the street life is trife
Bite in a car gettin your guts scarred
No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for
Bringin
Dogs Lyrics
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
the thunder in a song, it makes you wonderYou gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
All of a sudden I can taste it
Meanwhile wax was wasted Shaolin replaced it, face it
Hittin the switches, fixin the glitches
Been through a lot from stitches to playin in ditches
Downin French bitches
Payin the cost and bein the boss and
Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion
What the fuck made a nigga tell me I don't know
I observe, all enfold to be a pro
I'm iller, strivin to be a top biller
Smokin the killer, and livin the high life like Miller
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
I play the host at your funeral
You been the victim of deadly lyrics
As I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you said
Reach down and out your head, you been beheaded
On top of that your tongue's been shredded
No longer will your mouth get that ass in trouble
Resemblin Nicole Simpson, layin in a blood puddl
Wild Side Of Life Lyrics
You wouldn't read my letters if I wrote you you asked me not to call you on the phone But there's something I'm wanting to tell you so I wrote it in the words of this song I didn't know God made honky tonk angels I might have known you'd never make a wife You gave up the only one who ever loved you and went back to the wild side of life [ piano ] The glamor of the gay night life has lured you To the places where the wine and l
eYou wouldn't read my letters if I wrote you you asked me not to call you on the phone But there's something I'm wanting to tell you so I wrote it in the words of this song I didn't know God made honky tonk angels I might have known you'd never make a wife You gave up the only one who ever loved you and went back to the wild side of life [ piano ] The glamor of the gay night life has lured you To the places where the wine and l
You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into
Fuckin with a nigga from my crew but it's too late
All your loved ones was at your wake
Wishin you hadn't of done it
The odds was one in a hundred
But still you wanted to test your skill
Now you're layin in the box all packed with rhymes that kill
Ain't no games here, it's strictly wear and tear
It's the rapper of the year makin love to your ear
I heard you smacked your girl in the shower
Cause you heard her singin my song, can we all get along
Guess not, you're mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her
Off a nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that
Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack
Got the bitch comin back for more
Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had
Now I got her callin me dad
Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh
Chorus