G.P. Wu - 1st Thing First lyrics

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G.P. Wu - 1st Thing First lyrics

[Intro] Y'all n***as 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] First thing first, you better recognize G.P f** all that other bullsh** basically Don't really care who you be with n***a When we comin through, keep your finger on the trigger [Verse 1: June Luva] I keep creating, producing 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 getting stronger Something in my mind's taking over me Could it be the grim reaper controlling me I don't know but I'm sick of this sh** One minute a n***a'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 chosen Wisdom that I speak leaving n***as stiff frozen So gimme mines black, you know what I'm asking for The utmost respect or I'm gonna tap that jaw Better yet I'm tired of playing mister nice guy Take the two piece combo to your eye Uppercut, uppercut as I'm smashing Consecutive body blows, ribs I'm crashing The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction Cause all this is my section [Verse 2: Down Low Recka] I'mma get mine, as long as I do instead of try Don't sweat I punk, go s** a dick and die It's business, order number one catch wreck Second I'mma 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 getting your guts scarred No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for Bringing the thunder in a song, it makes you wonder All of a sudden I can taste it Meanwhile wax was wasted Shaolin replaced it, face it Hitting the switches, fixing the glitches Been through a lot from stitches to playing in ditches Downing French b**hes Paying the cost and being the boss and Slinging boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion What the f** made a n***a tell me I don't know I observe, all enfold to be a pro I'm iller, striving to be a top biller Smoking the k**er, and living the high life like Miller [Verse 3: 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 bullsh** 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 a** in trouble Resembling Nicole Simpson, laying in a blood puddle You should've knew what you was getting yourself into f**ing with a n***a from my crew but it's too late All your loved ones was at your wake Wishing you hadn't of done it The odds was one in a hundred But still you wanted to test your sk** Now you're laying in the box all packed with rhymes that k** Ain't no games here, it's strictly wear and tear It's the rapper of the year making love to your ear I heard you smacked your girl in the shower Cause you heard her singing my song, can we all get along Guess not, you're mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her Off a n***a voice, she knew a n***a choice and all that Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack Got the b**h coming back for more Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had Now I got her calling me dad n***a, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh [Chorus]