GPA - 666 lyrics

[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)] Ha Ha, mothaf**as It's mothaf**in Lil One Up here with my dawg G to P to A We fin to f** up all 5 of you And the rest of the world Listen, and learn Before you get burned I bring it to that a** Every time that I pa** Never mind the past I got the last laugh Now everybody knows me like Gotti Makin all this lute With out shootin any body Excuse you, time to verbally abuse you Take you on a mind game Never mind the fame Talk about the truth And the men that got proof Remember all the times You rapped my rhymes in the booth Show you how it's done And make it worth while Show you how it's done Mr. Lil One style Ain't no need to lie The truth is inside of you Ain't no need to trip Cause I'll f** up all five of you Still I stand alone Make it on my own And since you did me wrong You get your dome blown Still I be the sickest And I be the dopest Biggdy boom, make way for the lokest [Chorus: Mr. Lil One] I come from the land where the wicked men roam I come from the city where you best believe it's on I come from the 6-6-6-1-9 Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste [2x] [GPA] Now I see your placed your bets So I'ma put you in your place It's GPA and Mr. Lil One Bringin drama to your face Call me a specialist when I'm placin bombs Hangin with ex-cons Got ya scared cause you know it's on Scared when you're are home We're callin d**h threats on the phone I aughta break your jaw Mothaf** you and the law Mr. Lil One is comin in with the bow and arrow That's my evil twin Or should I say my twin devil Know we're claimin the west I'm gettin my gun You better be getting your vest Me and my homie will disrespect That a** and fis to check 380 when I bust While I be kickin up dust Ain't no man alive I trust I'm hurtin feelins while I cuss No remoarse at this time Or should I say any day Hey Little let me know when to press the bu*ton So I can blow thier a** away I can't aford a yhaut but a G is what I be And these bullets I put through you Are for disrespectin me And with my chrome Three 6's on your dome I wrote this little song Just to let you know it's on Protected custity Regretin you ever f**ed with me Next time you start some sh** Don't be a little b**h and run away from me [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One] Well I'm sick and I'm evil Kinda like Peshi Pinch to your neck If you ever disrespect me True to the streets Rappin over phat beats Try to burn the little And now your widow weeps Heard about the streets Mothaf**as cause riots Heard about the beach Mothaf**as keep quiet The late Martin Nelly 13 on his belly May you Rest In Peace While your rep's in the street No about the G's mothaf** enemies And when they get found They'll be all memories Too it from the heart Like my homies from the park Never mind races Talk about faces Fakin, breakin ever single rule f** em all up like a PCP cool Lil One, be the one Bringin all the drama Mothaf**a step and you're a goner [Chorus]