1st Thing First Lyrics
| Song | 1st Thing First |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Booker, Briggs, Quinn, Wilson | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Booker, Briggs, Quinn, Wilson | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Booker, Briggs, Quinn, Wilson | |
| 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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