Текст (слова) песни: G.P. Wu f Dark Skinned Assassin - Blow Up

 
All my brothers (what) 
Let the world know it`s hot 9-7 (what) 
Shaolin take it to the top 
All the ladies (oowww) 
Show some love sugar, it`s on tonight 
Keepin the party tight aiiight 
 
[Pop The Brown Hornet] 
I be the one to break through your barrier 
Bomb carrier 
Ready to explode in hype mode 
You`ll catch a bad decision at any given 
I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I`m livin 
Let me lay the law, let me connect four 
G.P. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought 
Standin tall but you comin up short 
Might play a lot of games but this ain`t your sport 
Ran into the wrong one, I`m the son of a gun 
You target practice, I`ma hit you off for fun 
Answer one question, what crossed your mind 
To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design 
You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin 
Like a gun toter up against an assassin 
I`m the real McCoy, old school B-Boy 
Anything I seek I could create or destroy 
It`s like that, born with the strength to strike back 
Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat 
It`s either you or my contract 
All you gotta say is where we get it on at 
And it`s on 
 
All my brothers (what) 
Let the world know it`s hot 9-7 (what) 
Shaolin take it to the top 
All the ladies (oowww) 
Show some love sugar, it`s on tonight 
Keepin the party tight aiiight 
 
[Rubberbands] 
Movin in a city of crooks where they don`t play by the books 
It`s off the hook, got me on crop 
Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don`t rock 
But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot 
Bitches too wanna be up in people`s personal affairs 
Let it die down, get it out the air 
Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-TIPS 
Hundred dollar ho went international on the Richard Bey Show 
Everybody wanna blow overnight 
The secret to my success is I don`t get too hype 
Laid back killer instances, killer track 
Make a snap remack 
Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack 
Highly addictive 
The microphone`s the glass dick and I`m smokin smash hits 
I need to be rehabilitated 
And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track 
premeditated 
 
[June Luva] 
How dare you even look my way 
Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say 
You wack rapper don`t you know who you fuckin with 
Niggas suck my dick, June`ll be the first to bust your shit 
Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast 
The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast 
Hit em one time up in his brain 
But didn`t kill em, I left him mentally insane 
It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin 
Animosity towards me will get you toasted 
6 million ways, 365 days 
I be on the street, crime pays 
Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle 
Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle 
And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly 
I`m shifty, low down dirty and gritty 
 
All my brothers (what) 
Let the world know it`s hot 
All the ladies (oowww) 
 
[Dark Skinned Assassin] 
Can you feel us all up in your swat 
Can`t touch the God lyrical, far from typical style 
Thirsty niggas couldn`t drink if they walk a hundred miles 
Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths 
Casualty, S.I. be I soulful by the craft 
Devine self Allah, the golden mic holder 
Got this whole shit locked like the Ayatollah 
Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils 
But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel 
Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster 
Assault and battery make it hard to remember 
Behold I the black avenger 
Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as December 
Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure 
And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja 
Great pretender, now it`s time to deal with what`s real 
War, four score with a hundred raw niggas 
 
[Down Low Recka] 
You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line 
With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine 
Mental court got niggas doin time and 
Frustration got me ready to do crime 
Watch me shine like a comet 
Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit 
Frontin all them years you need to stop it 
You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era 
Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror 
Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort 
Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport 
Your center`s too short, your forwards` is backpedallin 
Your Gods ain`t hard, how you think you better than 
Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts 
Made known, reality show the Grain blow 
All over, universally consume your town like fire 
Blaze the shit til we retire 
 
All my brothers (what) 
Let the world know it`s hot 9-7 (what) 
Shaolin take it to the top 
All the ladies (oowww) 
Show some love sugar, it`s on tonight 
Keepin the party tight aiiight 
All my brothers (what) 
Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what) 
Shaolin take it to the top 
All the ladies (oowww) 
Show some love sugar, it`s on tonight 
Keepin the party tight aiiight 
All the ladies, can you feel it in your 
All my niggas, let the world know it`s hot 9-7 
Shaolin take it to the top 
We keep the party tight aiiight
 

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