Life Bid

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