Hit Me With That ****

Intro: Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down?)

Word to this

GP ************t 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 ************t.

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

****** 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 ************t in my from recognition (what what what what what)

You been out for years and ain't a mother****** mention

Where that ************t 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 ************t one time (no doubt) and let these ******s know

Hook: GP forever ************ne as we illuminate and capture your state of mind

It's like we try to tell you time after time

You ******' with the raw

Pop The Brown

Hornet: The floor should of been empty because you against me

Is like a grown man against a baby

No way no how could you ****** with this

Before I'm done with you you'll be on my ************t list

Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin'

You can pull off an upset please you don't pose near threat

You're a stink bomb

I'm comin'

Stapleton style

To blow up your whole profile

My ************ggy ************ggy

Shaolin style is so rugged

MC's that like our identity try to dub it

It can't be duplicated the way

I situate it

It's too complicated

I get highly modivated

It comes to battlin'

MCs they start thinkin'

I wonder the ******

Pop with the blood clot drinkin'

I hope it wasn't gas cause

I'm about to get up in that ass

You ****** with me first but

I should of been the last

Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt

Dealing with the lyrical expert

Who don't give a hoot

I'll be the first to shoot

Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits

Rubbabandz:

GP's comin' through call it a hostiel take over

You on the hunt for our

LP like Sean

Connery on

The Hunt For

Red October

Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover

President and plus part owner

Rubbabands got more fans than

Barcelona

You gettin' more record sales than me

Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on

Wall Street with a diploma

High school graduate just wasn't me

So '93 be the year

I sign up for my

G.E.D. Takin' trades so

I have something to fall back on

So on a job interview this looks good

Just in case our records don't sell, knock on wood

My fault but that's just a wild and crazy thought

Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop

Cause GP the grain is just so so hot

To def get left in the dust we bust

Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus

Hook