Текст (слова) песни: G.P. Wu - 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

Chorus:
1st things first, you better recognize G.P.
Fuck all that other bullshit basically
Don`t really care who you be with nigga
We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger

[June Luva]
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 shit
One minute a nigga`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

[Down Low Recka]
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 bitches
Payin the cost and bein the boss and
Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion
What the fuck made a nigga 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

[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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 ass in trouble
Resemblin Nicole Simpson, layin in a blood puddle
You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into
Fuckin with a nigga 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 nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that
Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack
Got the bitch comin back for more
Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had
Now I got her callin me dad
Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh

Chorus

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: G.P. Wu - 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 Chorus: 1st things first, you better recognize G.P. Fuck all that other bullshit basically Don`t really care who you be with nigga We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger [June Luva] 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 shit One minute a nigga`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 [Down Low Recka] 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 bitches Payin the cost and bein the boss and Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion What the fuck made a nigga 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 [Pop The Brown Hornet] 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 ass in trouble Resemblin Nicole Simpson, layin in a blood puddle You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into Fuckin with a nigga 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 nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack Got the bitch comin back for more Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had Now I got her callin me dad Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 1st Thing First: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/106/1/7362.html Все тексты песен: G.P. Wu » G.P. Wu - Smoking » G.P. Wu - Black on Black Crime » G.P. Wu - Don`t Go Against the Grain » G.P. Wu - Two Gats Up » G.P. Wu - Life Bid » G.P. Wu - Underground Emperor » G.P. Wu - 1st Thing First » G.P. Wu - Things Ain`t What They Used to Be Рекомендуем скачать: » Фабрика звезд-3 - С Новым Годом » Френсис Гойя - Нам не жить друг без друга » Филипп Киркоров - Ты это брось » Филипп Киркоров - Улетай туча » Филипп Киркоров - Страна моя, тебе не до концертов » Филипп Киркоров - Ты мне скажи » Филипп Киркоров - Не смотри ты на часы » Фабрика - Он » Фактор2 - Ну, так иди же сюда » Фрейдкин Марк - РАКИН-РОК » Фактор2 - Марихуана 3000 » Файер Владимир - Заточка » Фабрика - Все не всерьез » Фабрика звезд-3 - Гимн ФЗ-3 » Фристайл - Последняя ночь » Фролова Елена - Плывет с бесценным грузом » Фролова Елена - Тихонько рукой осторожною тонкой » Феликс Даллада - Дорогая, прижмись ко мне... » Филипп Киркоров - Ты, ты, ты » Филипп Киркоров - Пташечка
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