Intro:
Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down?) Word to this GP shit right here
nawmean? (1-2) Turn my mic up. We're comin' through until the next
millenium. (word born no doubt) Time to hit 'em with that shit.
Down Low Reka:
Take flight thieves in the night hold ground
Swipe all belongings without making a sound
It's the Low Down crystal clear with these vocals
My international skills train the locals
World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside
Fuck runnin' from the sun it's a no win situation goin' up against
gladiation
Now knowin' what you're facin'
Junelover:
Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades
(I don't know) Runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton
Silly of you to think that GP would be forgotten
You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted
Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip
As far as I'm concerned your ass best not slip
Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein
And a sticker on your face that reads ";GP the grain";
You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what what
what)
You been out for years and ain't a motherfucker mention
Where that shit came from instead you play dumb
Stapleton invented you you ain't know son?
A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter
Description of his face hangin' on the roster
Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector
You better watch what you say in my Beretta
Will be used for the first time straight out the box
They dealt it to the Hudson by the Stapleton docks
Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)
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