G.P. Wu
Don't Go Against The Grain
If You Only Knew
[June Luva]
Yo, yo your girl's fucked up
Your world's fucked up
Situations a nigga go through
He don't show a sensitive side so he keeps it inside
With so much stress buildin up that you're ready
To die for a love, a lot of things he tries to hide
Covers the tracks you got no solid proof so you gotta let it slide
And I know it's tearin you apart inside
Everywhere you go you tell a nigga to keep an open eye on your prize
But she can do her dirt on the low
Because if nobody seen it you don't really know the 411
But you heard she hittin niggas off
Runnin around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off
No respect for herself whatsoever
If you hit a spot you could get her hot and run up in her
You thought she was your bread-winner, fed up with aggravation
A black girl lost trapped in a world of temptation
If your nigga only knew
(That little trick put your lips at your dude)
[Down Low Recka]
Yo I know this chick named Trina
Trina drives a Beamer
Everyday around my way she comes through at a quarter to 2
If her man only knew like Keith Sweat
His so-called chick was straight twisted, wicked
Let me put you on to what she did kid
I had her in the backseat of the whip
Money was low and really couldn't fuck with the mo
One of them days I didn't have a place to go
She said so let's get it on
We don't need a whole lot of room to perform, ya hear me
As I responded loud and clearly
I don't support sex without the condom, ya feel me
Very quickly she ripped out the Life Styles
And slobbed on the knob for a while
The thoughts that ran through my head was if her man only knew
How his baby mother was caniving and untrue
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
Either ya do or ya don't
Ya will or ya won't
I'm one to believe niggas' girls be getting boned
Every day of the year, these chickens don't care
They're livin in a world that's unfair
If your nigga only knew
That I was runnin up in you
What would he do?
If your nigga only seen
How his wifey was stressin me
He would leave you alone
He would find another chickenhead to bone
And you better believe that he'll be gone
And I hope you're independant, I hope you're independant baby
Switch!!
[Rubberbands]
Raiders of the lost art, I master styles by a long mile
So in any battle I'm the winner
I crush your record sales thinner to any contender
Tryin to take my title, I'm a heavy hitter
You tryin to catch my blow is suicidal
I'm any musician's idol
Vary from rock and roll to an orchestra recital
Colossal, hip hop apostle, inquiring minds want to know
If I ever fall off, but it's impossible
I got too much potential and plus you just startin
I got too much pride to beg so I demand your pardon
[June Luva]
Okay, okay y'all best to leave me alone
I'm in the zone holdin it down on my own
Come on, bring it on I barracade crews
If you snooze like Kool G Rap, nigga you lose
I bruise and inflict pain, you couldn't handle
So if you feelin and diggin nigga take a gamble
I dare you, triple dare you, I'm not scared of you
Besides that your rhymes ain't shit, never comparable
So stop lookin, looka here mister
Ain't no turnin back once the June comes to getcha
You're got, and the most beautifullest thing
Is when I drop my pants and let my nuts swing
Muthafuckers, can you dig it, best to back it
Up, ain't no tellin what's comin from out my jacket
Duck son, this one here's a freebie
So go spread the word, niggas can't see me
Niggas can't see me, niggas can't see me
Niggas can't see me, niggas can't see me
Niggas can't see me, niggas can't fuck with G.P.
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