1st Thing First-Gp Wu

　　　 Artist：gp wu Songs Title：1st thing first 1st thing first Y'all niggas better recognize First you better recognize g.p. Yeah yeah, ain't nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmean So peep next tight things baby 1st things first, you better recognize g.p. F**k all that other bullshit basically Don't really care who you be with ni**a We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger I keep creatin, producin flavor That I gave ya like sugar from a neighbor Save ya self cause I can't hold it back any longer Feelings of hate is gettin stronger Somethin in my mind's takin over me Could it be the grim reaper controllin me I don't know but I'm sick of this sh*t One minute a ni**a's insane the next legit But check it, I'm on this mission like the one david banner And through my travels I erupt in such a manner Of explosion, some say that I'm the chosen Wisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozen So gimme mines black, you know what I'm askin for The utmost respect or I'm gonna tap that jaw Better yet I'm tired of playin mister nice guy Take the two piece combo to your eye Uppercut, uppercut as I'm smashin Consecutive body blows, ribs I'm crashin The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction Cause all this is my section I'ma get mine, as long as I do instead of try Don't sweat I punk, go suck a dick and die It's business, order number one catch wreck Second i'ma go state to state (third) make connects Next when I get there it'll be urgent To stain your clean style washed in detergent Don't fight, I observe the street life is trife Bite in a car gettin your guts scarred No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for Bringin the thunder in a song, it makes you wonder All of a sudden I can taste it Meanwhile wax was wasted shaolin replaced it, face it Hittin the switches, fixin the glitches Been through a lot from stitches to playin in ditches Downin french b**ches Payin the cost and bein the boss and Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion What the f**k made a ni**a tell me I don't know I observe, all enfold to be a pro I'm iller, strivin to be a top biller Smokin the killer, and livin the high life like miller I play the host at your funeral You been the victim of deadly lyrics As I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you said Reach down and out your head, you been beheaded On top of that your tongue's been shredded No longer will your mouth get that a** in trouble Resemblin nicole simpson, layin in a blood puddle You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into F**kin with a ni**a from my crew but it's too late All your loved ones was at your wake Wishin you hadn't of done it The odds was one in a hundred But still you wanted to test your skill Now you're layin in the box all packed with rhymes that kill Ain't no games here, it's strictly wear and tear It's the rapper of the year makin love to your ear I heard you smacked your girl in the shower Cause you heard her singin my song, can we all get along Guess not, you're mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her Off a ni**a voice, she knew a ni**a choice and all that Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack Got the b**ch comin back for more Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had Now I got her callin me dad Ni**a, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh