G.p. Wu lyrics - Blow Up

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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

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