Two Gats Up Lyrics
| Song | Two Gats Up |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barry, Booker, Briggs | |
| Forty individuals | |
| Keep it on the low? | |
| Keep it on the low, aiiight | |
| Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up [Rubberbands] | |
| Yo with your departure let's start the execution | |
| Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin | |
| Talkin real cheap | |
| I got a record deal just to get away from the streets | |
| Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape | |
| When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes | |
| What the fuck you thought, | |
| G.P. connects when | |
| Majority of these rap cats don't even get a grin | |
| Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set | |
| Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet | |
| Behind the ears in this rap shit | |
| Get blown off the face of the | |
| Earth by the | |
| G.P. click [Down Low Recka] | |
| Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it | |
| Now adapt to the | |
| Shaolin chapter | |
| The non-fiction, number one bestseller | |
| Project award winner (Two gats up) | |
| Yeah, it's obvious you the sloppiest | |
| Got a glass forehead so you're bad when you copy this | |
| You could say we live for the winter | |
| Ain't no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners | |
| Constant winner, a born sinner | |
| Make you think your style is thinner | |
| You're too pary to carry | |
| A microphone across stage knowin that | |
| I'm on the other side | |
| Ready to conquer and divide | |
| Holdin mine comes natural | |
| Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails | |
| A real nigga never tells | |
| Real niggas know that fake niggas gel | |
| Get bugged, don't blow, perishable | |
| MCs got blinders on | |
| Leadin themselves into the storm | |
| It's the power of | |
| God, PG, Parental | |
| Guidance G. | |
| P., unmistakably the finest [June Luva] | |
| Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator | |
| Track killer, premeditated murder | |
| May the force be with you | |
| When you go up against this record sellin burglar | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Hit you up somethin terror | |
| And I make you wish you never heard of a | |
| Gladiator | |
| Secret spies tryin to steal | |
| Grain data | |
| Hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator [Pop The Brown Hornet] | |
| Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered | |
| They all look at | |
| R, another hip hop star | |
| Brown Hornet, | |
| I got MCs cornered like a rat | |
| I hit a homerun everytime up to bat | |
| You could read about it, talk about it, ain't no doubt about it | |
| I get amped when shows are crowded | |
| So come support me hold down the fort | |
| I score everytime | |
| I touch a hip hop court | |
| Watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em | |
| Yo he a punk, | |
| I knock him out and then | |
| I pee on him | |
| Verbal gymnastic master tactics | |
| Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress | |
| But I refuse to bend, | |
| I intend to explore the top ten | |
| Don't try to analyze or comprehend | |
| Accept it, | |
| G.P. connected | |
| Niggas run for the bomb but | |
| Shaolin style's intercepted it | |
| Have no fear the foundation's here | |
| Lettin party-goers know that we truly do care | |
| It's not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to try to act conservative | |
| We love when | |
| Johnny buck-buck [Rubberbands] | |
| Lyrical combat better watch your ass son | |
| I shines pretty like a double four | |
| Magnum The impact from the gat goes boom | |
| So when I'm speakin | |
| I appreciate the room | |
| My character erupt like a nigga | |
| I'm stressed, baby and | |
| I'm down on my last trigger | |
| One in the chamber, nothin's gonna change the | |
| Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger | |
| Duck, boom-pow, it's too late you're caught | |
| What, raise up and act like you want it | |
| I didn't think so nigga, you're fuckin with a major | |
| Even X-Men couldn't save ya | |
| Yup I'm a new bad boy | |
| New York stalker | |
| Crash MCs, they need therapy, then a walker | |
| Fast talker, do the knowledge | |
| I lost ya | |
| Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya [June Luva] | |
| This is not a test | |
| Hip hop is in a real state of emergency | |
| If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness to the hip hop saviors | |
| June Luva, | |
| Pop The Brown | |
| Hornet, Rubberbands and | |
| Down Low Recka | |
| We now advise you to pump this loud | |
| As we return to our regularly scheduled programmin |
| zuo qu : Barry, Booker, Briggs | |
| Forty individuals | |
| Keep it on the low? | |
| Keep it on the low, aiiight | |
| Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up Rubberbands | |
| Yo with your departure let' s start the execution | |
| Seems like everybody rappin' s robbin and shootin | |
| Talkin real cheap | |
| I got a record deal just to get away from the streets | |
| Niggas stuck up shit' s creek with no way to escape | |
| When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes | |
| What the fuck you thought, | |
| G. P. connects when | |
| Majority of these rap cats don' t even get a grin | |
| Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set | |
| Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet | |
| Behind the ears in this rap shit | |
| Get blown off the face of the | |
| Earth by the | |
| G. P. click Down Low Recka | |
| Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it | |
| Now adapt to the | |
| Shaolin chapter | |
| The nonfiction, number one bestseller | |
| Project award winner Two gats up | |
| Yeah, it' s obvious you the sloppiest | |
| Got a glass forehead so you' re bad when you copy this | |
| You could say we live for the winter | |
| Ain' t no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners | |
| Constant winner, a born sinner | |
| Make you think your style is thinner | |
| You' re too pary to carry | |
| A microphone across stage knowin that | |
| I' m on the other side | |
| Ready to conquer and divide | |
| Holdin mine comes natural | |
| Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails | |
| A real nigga never tells | |
| Real niggas know that fake niggas gel | |
| Get bugged, don' t blow, perishable | |
| MCs got blinders on | |
| Leadin themselves into the storm | |
| It' s the power of | |
| God, PG, Parental | |
| Guidance G. | |
| P., unmistakably the finest June Luva | |
| Noncommercial, universal, hip hop assassinator | |
| Track killer, premeditated murder | |
| May the force be with you | |
| When you go up against this record sellin burglar | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Hit you up somethin terror | |
| And I make you wish you never heard of a | |
| Gladiator | |
| Secret spies tryin to steal | |
| Grain data | |
| Hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator Pop The Brown Hornet | |
| Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered | |
| They all look at | |
| R, another hip hop star | |
| Brown Hornet, | |
| I got MCs cornered like a rat | |
| I hit a homerun everytime up to bat | |
| You could read about it, talk about it, ain' t no doubt about it | |
| I get amped when shows are crowded | |
| So come support me hold down the fort | |
| I score everytime | |
| I touch a hip hop court | |
| Watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em | |
| Yo he a punk, | |
| I knock him out and then | |
| I pee on him | |
| Verbal gymnastic master tactics | |
| Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress | |
| But I refuse to bend, | |
| I intend to explore the top ten | |
| Don' t try to analyze or comprehend | |
| Accept it, | |
| G. P. connected | |
| Niggas run for the bomb but | |
| Shaolin style' s intercepted it | |
| Have no fear the foundation' s here | |
| Lettin partygoers know that we truly do care | |
| It' s not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to try to act conservative | |
| We love when | |
| Johnny buckbuck Rubberbands | |
| Lyrical combat better watch your ass son | |
| I shines pretty like a double four | |
| Magnum The impact from the gat goes boom | |
| So when I' m speakin | |
| I appreciate the room | |
| My character erupt like a nigga | |
| I' m stressed, baby and | |
| I' m down on my last trigger | |
| One in the chamber, nothin' s gonna change the | |
| Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger | |
| Duck, boompow, it' s too late you' re caught | |
| What, raise up and act like you want it | |
| I didn' t think so nigga, you' re fuckin with a major | |
| Even XMen couldn' t save ya | |
| Yup I' m a new bad boy | |
| New York stalker | |
| Crash MCs, they need therapy, then a walker | |
| Fast talker, do the knowledge | |
| I lost ya | |
| Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya June Luva | |
| This is not a test | |
| Hip hop is in a real state of emergency | |
| If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness to the hip hop saviors | |
| June Luva, | |
| Pop The Brown | |
| Hornet, Rubberbands and | |
| Down Low Recka | |
| We now advise you to pump this loud | |
| As we return to our regularly scheduled programmin |
| zuò qǔ : Barry, Booker, Briggs | |
| Forty individuals | |
| Keep it on the low? | |
| Keep it on the low, aiiight | |
| Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up Rubberbands | |
| Yo with your departure let' s start the execution | |
| Seems like everybody rappin' s robbin and shootin | |
| Talkin real cheap | |
| I got a record deal just to get away from the streets | |
| Niggas stuck up shit' s creek with no way to escape | |
| When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes | |
| What the fuck you thought, | |
| G. P. connects when | |
| Majority of these rap cats don' t even get a grin | |
| Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set | |
| Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet | |
| Behind the ears in this rap shit | |
| Get blown off the face of the | |
| Earth by the | |
| G. P. click Down Low Recka | |
| Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it | |
| Now adapt to the | |
| Shaolin chapter | |
| The nonfiction, number one bestseller | |
| Project award winner Two gats up | |
| Yeah, it' s obvious you the sloppiest | |
| Got a glass forehead so you' re bad when you copy this | |
| You could say we live for the winter | |
| Ain' t no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners | |
| Constant winner, a born sinner | |
| Make you think your style is thinner | |
| You' re too pary to carry | |
| A microphone across stage knowin that | |
| I' m on the other side | |
| Ready to conquer and divide | |
| Holdin mine comes natural | |
| Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails | |
| A real nigga never tells | |
| Real niggas know that fake niggas gel | |
| Get bugged, don' t blow, perishable | |
| MCs got blinders on | |
| Leadin themselves into the storm | |
| It' s the power of | |
| God, PG, Parental | |
| Guidance G. | |
| P., unmistakably the finest June Luva | |
| Noncommercial, universal, hip hop assassinator | |
| Track killer, premeditated murder | |
| May the force be with you | |
| When you go up against this record sellin burglar | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Hit you up somethin terror | |
| And I make you wish you never heard of a | |
| Gladiator | |
| Secret spies tryin to steal | |
| Grain data | |
| Hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator Pop The Brown Hornet | |
| Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered | |
| They all look at | |
| R, another hip hop star | |
| Brown Hornet, | |
| I got MCs cornered like a rat | |
| I hit a homerun everytime up to bat | |
| You could read about it, talk about it, ain' t no doubt about it | |
| I get amped when shows are crowded | |
| So come support me hold down the fort | |
| I score everytime | |
| I touch a hip hop court | |
| Watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em | |
| Yo he a punk, | |
| I knock him out and then | |
| I pee on him | |
| Verbal gymnastic master tactics | |
| Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress | |
| But I refuse to bend, | |
| I intend to explore the top ten | |
| Don' t try to analyze or comprehend | |
| Accept it, | |
| G. P. connected | |
| Niggas run for the bomb but | |
| Shaolin style' s intercepted it | |
| Have no fear the foundation' s here | |
| Lettin partygoers know that we truly do care | |
| It' s not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to try to act conservative | |
| We love when | |
| Johnny buckbuck Rubberbands | |
| Lyrical combat better watch your ass son | |
| I shines pretty like a double four | |
| Magnum The impact from the gat goes boom | |
| So when I' m speakin | |
| I appreciate the room | |
| My character erupt like a nigga | |
| I' m stressed, baby and | |
| I' m down on my last trigger | |
| One in the chamber, nothin' s gonna change the | |
| Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger | |
| Duck, boompow, it' s too late you' re caught | |
| What, raise up and act like you want it | |
| I didn' t think so nigga, you' re fuckin with a major | |
| Even XMen couldn' t save ya | |
| Yup I' m a new bad boy | |
| New York stalker | |
| Crash MCs, they need therapy, then a walker | |
| Fast talker, do the knowledge | |
| I lost ya | |
| Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya June Luva | |
| This is not a test | |
| Hip hop is in a real state of emergency | |
| If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness to the hip hop saviors | |
| June Luva, | |
| Pop The Brown | |
| Hornet, Rubberbands and | |
| Down Low Recka | |
| We now advise you to pump this loud | |
| As we return to our regularly scheduled programmin |
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