Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
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Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
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Before we do that, before we do that before we do that
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Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick
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This is for the ladies you know
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cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out
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I want y'all to feel this a little somethin
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And if y'all know the song, no no no dis-
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If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word up, check it
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(Remix for who?)
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For G.P., for G.P. nigga
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Don't be disrespectful nigga
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G.P. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)
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Last night
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You sucked somethin special outta me
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(What? A fuckin nut?) Uh huh
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And for the first time
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I got my dick sucked for free
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(What, for free?) Uh huh
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Check out what she told me tho, she said
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She said do you want me to use protection
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I told the bitch of course
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But you can still lick my balls
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She said Pop can I ask your black ass one more question
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I told her hell no
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Last night (what she do, what she do)
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You sucked somethin special outta me
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(Aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)
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[Rubberbands]
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Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whip
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Drivin hip hop right off a cliff
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Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art
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When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts
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With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my life
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I can't rap, she can kill that
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She don't know about the Illuminati soldiers
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Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
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Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders
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Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas
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Goin nowhere fast
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Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash
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About the whip and dip before I had you can
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Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober
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Or wishin that I could live my whole life over
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But I'm a Libra so I sit back and look forward to October
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We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
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G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business
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[Down Low Recka]
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We stay true, the G.P. debut
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Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew
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Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper
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A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter
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You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it in ya
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My whole click about to get into shit
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Brothers comin up as slaves
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Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays
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Niggas like us with magic stays
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While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays
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You can't last in a billion dollar world
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Tryin to get a billion dollar girl
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Doin big B-I lookin dead into my future
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Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya
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We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
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G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business
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Hit son, the one you thought was number one
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Is now number two to my crew
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[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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Puff puff give, G.P. got to live
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We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids
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And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone
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The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown
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Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair
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Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer
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We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo
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You beatin me that's like the Knicks beatin Chicago
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Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin
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But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappin
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No we goin platinum, Rerun, what's happenin
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Takin the world by storm like the Jacksons
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Shit, you better search for the G.P. logo
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If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco
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Produced by RNS and DLR
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I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far
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My destiny's comfortability
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Playin up not too far from military artillary
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Not for manos but for protection
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A lot of cats got the venom in em and I'ma pop em
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[June Luva]
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I got plenty niggas down for whatever
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Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever
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Do or die situations you be facin
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Goin up against the Grain nigga feel the pain
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My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss
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Keepin it real, it gats we trust
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Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin
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Run things from New York to Compton
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And all the crews inbetween (why' |