Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out

Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on

Before we do that, before we do that before we do that

Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick

This is for the ladies you know 

cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out

I want y'all to feel this a little somethin

And if y'all know the song, no no no dis-

If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word up, check it

(Remix for who?)

For G.P., for G.P. nigga

Don't be disrespectful nigga

G.P. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)

Last night

You sucked somethin special outta me

(What? A fuckin nut?) Uh huh

And for the first time

I got my dick sucked for free

(What, for free?) Uh huh

Check out what she told me tho, she said

She said do you want me to use protection

I told the bitch of course

But you can still lick my balls

She said Pop can I ask your black ass one more question

I told her hell no

Last night (what she do, what she do)

You sucked somethin special outta me

(Aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)



[Rubberbands]

Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whip

Drivin hip hop right off a cliff

Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art

When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts

With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my life

I can't rap, she can kill that

She don't know about the Illuminati soldiers

Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders

Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders

Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas

Goin nowhere fast

Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash

About the whip and dip before I had you can

Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober

Or wishin that I could live my whole life over

But I'm a Libra so I sit back and look forward to October

We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids

G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business



[Down Low Recka]

We stay true, the G.P. debut

Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew

Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper

A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter

You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it in ya

My whole click about to get into shit

Brothers comin up as slaves

Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays

Niggas like us with magic stays

While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays

You can't last in a billion dollar world

Tryin to get a billion dollar girl

Doin big B-I lookin dead into my future

Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya

We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids

G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business

Hit son, the one you thought was number one

Is now number two to my crew



[Pop The Brown Hornet]

Puff puff give, G.P. got to live

We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids

And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone

The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown

Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair

Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer

We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo

You beatin me that's like the Knicks beatin Chicago

Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin

But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappin

No we goin platinum, Rerun, what's happenin

Takin the world by storm like the Jacksons

Shit, you better search for the G.P. logo

If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco

Produced by RNS and DLR

I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far

My destiny's comfortability

Playin up not too far from military artillary

Not for manos but for protection

A lot of cats got the venom in em and I'ma pop em



[June Luva]

I got plenty niggas down for whatever

Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever

Do or die situations you be facin

Goin up against the Grain nigga feel the pain

My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss

Keepin it real, it gats we trust

Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin

Run things from New York to Compton

And all the crews inbetween (why's that June) I don't know

All I know is they got to go

Cause they can stop the show from goin on, it must succeed

If not the next man bleeds

We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids

G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business

Hit son, the one you thought was number one

Is now number two to my crew

The hits, tracks that make you flip your lids

G.P. bout to do this life bid in this business

Hit son, the one you thought was number one

Is now number two to my crew