Grand Daddy I.U.

Grand Daddy I.U. - Wet 'Em Up lyrics

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Yo, niggas with nerve get served like hors d'oeuvres

I'm kickin you straight to the curb with a Mossburg

Rollin with nuff disrespect, put a Tec to your neck

Bust shots and watch your tonsils hit the deck

Lettin you know where I stand

Original ( ? ) gun bad bwoy like Ninjaman

Back-talk I don't stand for

Some young chip tried to flip, I put a slug in a man door

One shell and he fell, it was done quick

I'm known to run thick and handle a gun slick

And I collect body parts for souvenirs

Chunks of butt, toes, fingers and human ears

I got a trunk full of heads and bag of balls

My pump wet more chumps than Niagara Falls

Any crumb out of line

Get stung by the nine

Left deaf, dumb and blind

Beaten and bagged and then dragged to the dungeon

Coppin a plea while I'm stompin your lungs in

Original mack, my attack is disastrous

Killin you slow, so you know who the master is

That's the Grand Daddy U

A nigga step wrong, and that ass is through



I wet em up

(Wet em up)



Sucker niggas get wet



I'm pluggin your mug full of slugs like a stone cold lunatic

Chumps talk slick, but end up gettin ruined quick

When I blast ass is full

I'm wettin you with the 16 with cops on the scene, and all

Feds flex, but can't get me

If I go down, I'm takin plenty muthafuckas down with me

So your best bet's to scatter

I make your guts splatter

And twist the piss out your bladder

One split blow to your dome, and your skull cracks

The mic Mad Max splittin backs with a dull axe

And I set shop to flames

To hell with the games, I'm goin out like Jesse James

A long black revolver in my holster

Starin myself eye-to-eye on a 'most wanted' poster

Got a charge in every state

From murder to rape and jail break

For makin a great escape

But I ain't even on the run

Cause straight up top, any cop steppin up will get done

I holds my own ground and don't clown around

The three-pound'll turn New York to a ghost town

Stampede, guaranteed to make you bleed indeed

Dead bodies roll around like tumble weed

And in hearts I plant fear

I shoot a four-fifth with a silencer, makin sure you can't hear

All you see is punks fallin, asses haulin

Innocent bystanders tryin to get away crawlin

Niggas down on all fours like whores

So pause, or the next life lost is yours



I wet em up

(Wet em up)



Sucker niggas get wet



I'm tellin you straight, there's no escape from the jaws of death

When I crush, some messed up flesh is all that's left

Eyes out the socket, bones snapped in half

Trail of dead bodies lie in my path

The aftermath is crucial, pure monstrosity

Watchin heads fly at a high velocity

So prepare to face your doom

I'm pushin your ass right back through your mother's womb

Raggamuffin no bluffin, it's all real

When I pull the steel prepare for a raw deal

One wrong move, you're dead

(Boom-bye-bye in a batty bwoy head)

See ya



I wet em up

(Wet em up)



Sucker niggas get wet



(Wet em up)



Sucker niggas get wet



(Wet em up)



Goddamnit



(Wet em up)
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