Hit Me With That Shit Lyrics
| Song | Hit Me With That Shit |
| Artist | GP Wu |
| Album | Don't Go Against the Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barry, Booker, Briggs, Wilson | |
| Intro: Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down?) | |
| Word to this | |
| GP shit right here nawmean? (1-2) | |
| Turn my mic up. | |
| We're comin' through until the next millenium. (word born no doubt) | |
| Time to hit 'em with that shit. | |
| Down Low Reka: | |
| Take flight thieves in the night hold ground | |
| Swipe all belongings without making a sound | |
| It's the Low | |
| Down crystal clear with these vocals | |
| My international skills train the locals | |
| World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside | |
| Fuck runnin' from the sun it's a no win situation goin' up against gladiation | |
| Now knowin' what you're facin' | |
| Junelover: | |
| Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades (I don't know) | |
| Runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton | |
| Silly of you to think that | |
| GP would be forgotten | |
| You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted | |
| Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip | |
| As far as | |
| I'm concerned your ass best not slip | |
| Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein | |
| And a sticker on your face that reads "GP the grain" | |
| You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what what what) | |
| You been out for years and ain't a motherfucker mention | |
| Where that shit came from instead you play dumb | |
| Stapleton invented you you ain't know son? | |
| A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter | |
| Description of his face hangin' on the roster | |
| Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector | |
| You better watch what you say in my | |
| Beretta Will be used for the first time straight out the box | |
| They dealt it to the | |
| Hudson by the | |
| Stapleton docks | |
| Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt) and let these niggas know | |
| Hook: GP forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind | |
| It's like we try to tell you time after time | |
| You fuckin' with the raw | |
| Pop The Brown | |
| Hornet: The floor should of been empty because you against me | |
| Is like a grown man against a baby | |
| No way no how could you fuck with this | |
| Before I'm done with you you'll be on my shit list | |
| Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin' | |
| You can pull off an upset please you don't pose near threat | |
| You're a stink bomb | |
| I'm comin' | |
| Stapleton style | |
| To blow up your whole profile | |
| My shiggy shiggy | |
| Shaolin style is so rugged | |
| MC's that like our identity try to dub it | |
| It can't be duplicated the way | |
| I situate it | |
| It's too complicated | |
| I get highly modivated | |
| It comes to battlin' | |
| MCs they start thinkin' | |
| I wonder the fuck | |
| Pop with the blood clot drinkin' | |
| I hope it wasn't gas cause | |
| I'm about to get up in that ass | |
| You fucked with me first but | |
| I should of been the last | |
| Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt | |
| Dealing with the lyrical expert | |
| Who don't give a hoot | |
| I'll be the first to shoot | |
| Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits | |
| Rubbabandz: | |
| GP's comin' through call it a hostiel take over | |
| You on the hunt for our | |
| LP like Sean | |
| Connery on | |
| The Hunt For | |
| Red October | |
| Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover | |
| President and plus part owner | |
| Rubbabands got more fans than | |
| Barcelona | |
| You gettin' more record sales than me | |
| Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on | |
| Wall Street with a diploma | |
| High school graduate just wasn't me | |
| So '93 be the year | |
| I sign up for my | |
| G.E.D. Takin' trades so | |
| I have something to fall back on | |
| So on a job interview this looks good | |
| Just in case our records don't sell, knock on wood | |
| My fault but that's just a wild and crazy thought | |
| Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop | |
| Cause GP the grain is just so so hot | |
| To def get left in the dust we bust | |
| Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus | |
| Hook |
| zuo qu : Barry, Booker, Briggs, Wilson | |
| Intro: Hey what' s up fam? what' s goin' down? | |
| Word to this | |
| GP shit right here nawmean? 12 | |
| Turn my mic up. | |
| We' re comin' through until the next millenium. word born no doubt | |
| Time to hit ' em with that shit. | |
| Down Low Reka: | |
| Take flight thieves in the night hold ground | |
| Swipe all belongings without making a sound | |
| It' s the Low | |
| Down crystal clear with these vocals | |
| My international skills train the locals | |
| World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside | |
| Fuck runnin' from the sun it' s a no win situation goin' up against gladiation | |
| Now knowin' what you' re facin' | |
| Junelover: | |
| Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades I don' t know | |
| Runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton | |
| Silly of you to think that | |
| GP would be forgotten | |
| You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted | |
| Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip | |
| As far as | |
| I' m concerned your ass best not slip | |
| Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein | |
| And a sticker on your face that reads " GP the grain" | |
| You wonder where this shit in my from recognition what what what what what | |
| You been out for years and ain' t a motherfucker mention | |
| Where that shit came from instead you play dumb | |
| Stapleton invented you you ain' t know son? | |
| A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter | |
| Description of his face hangin' on the roster | |
| Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector | |
| You better watch what you say in my | |
| Beretta Will be used for the first time straight out the box | |
| They dealt it to the | |
| Hudson by the | |
| Stapleton docks | |
| Poppy hit me with that shit one time no doubt and let these niggas know | |
| Hook: GP forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind | |
| It' s like we try to tell you time after time | |
| You fuckin' with the raw | |
| Pop The Brown | |
| Hornet: The floor should of been empty because you against me | |
| Is like a grown man against a baby | |
| No way no how could you fuck with this | |
| Before I' m done with you you' ll be on my shit list | |
| Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin' | |
| You can pull off an upset please you don' t pose near threat | |
| You' re a stink bomb | |
| I' m comin' | |
| Stapleton style | |
| To blow up your whole profile | |
| My shiggy shiggy | |
| Shaolin style is so rugged | |
| MC' s that like our identity try to dub it | |
| It can' t be duplicated the way | |
| I situate it | |
| It' s too complicated | |
| I get highly modivated | |
| It comes to battlin' | |
| MCs they start thinkin' | |
| I wonder the fuck | |
| Pop with the blood clot drinkin' | |
| I hope it wasn' t gas cause | |
| I' m about to get up in that ass | |
| You fucked with me first but | |
| I should of been the last | |
| Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt | |
| Dealing with the lyrical expert | |
| Who don' t give a hoot | |
| I' ll be the first to shoot | |
| Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits | |
| Rubbabandz: | |
| GP' s comin' through call it a hostiel take over | |
| You on the hunt for our | |
| LP like Sean | |
| Connery on | |
| The Hunt For | |
| Red October | |
| Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover | |
| President and plus part owner | |
| Rubbabands got more fans than | |
| Barcelona | |
| You gettin' more record sales than me | |
| Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on | |
| Wall Street with a diploma | |
| High school graduate just wasn' t me | |
| So ' 93 be the year | |
| I sign up for my | |
| G. E. D. Takin' trades so | |
| I have something to fall back on | |
| So on a job interview this looks good | |
| Just in case our records don' t sell, knock on wood | |
| My fault but that' s just a wild and crazy thought | |
| Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop | |
| Cause GP the grain is just so so hot | |
| To def get left in the dust we bust | |
| Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus | |
| Hook |
| zuò qǔ : Barry, Booker, Briggs, Wilson | |
| Intro: Hey what' s up fam? what' s goin' down? | |
| Word to this | |
| GP shit right here nawmean? 12 | |
| Turn my mic up. | |
| We' re comin' through until the next millenium. word born no doubt | |
| Time to hit ' em with that shit. | |
| Down Low Reka: | |
| Take flight thieves in the night hold ground | |
| Swipe all belongings without making a sound | |
| It' s the Low | |
| Down crystal clear with these vocals | |
| My international skills train the locals | |
| World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside | |
| Fuck runnin' from the sun it' s a no win situation goin' up against gladiation | |
| Now knowin' what you' re facin' | |
| Junelover: | |
| Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades I don' t know | |
| Runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton | |
| Silly of you to think that | |
| GP would be forgotten | |
| You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted | |
| Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip | |
| As far as | |
| I' m concerned your ass best not slip | |
| Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein | |
| And a sticker on your face that reads " GP the grain" | |
| You wonder where this shit in my from recognition what what what what what | |
| You been out for years and ain' t a motherfucker mention | |
| Where that shit came from instead you play dumb | |
| Stapleton invented you you ain' t know son? | |
| A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter | |
| Description of his face hangin' on the roster | |
| Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector | |
| You better watch what you say in my | |
| Beretta Will be used for the first time straight out the box | |
| They dealt it to the | |
| Hudson by the | |
| Stapleton docks | |
| Poppy hit me with that shit one time no doubt and let these niggas know | |
| Hook: GP forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind | |
| It' s like we try to tell you time after time | |
| You fuckin' with the raw | |
| Pop The Brown | |
| Hornet: The floor should of been empty because you against me | |
| Is like a grown man against a baby | |
| No way no how could you fuck with this | |
| Before I' m done with you you' ll be on my shit list | |
| Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin' | |
| You can pull off an upset please you don' t pose near threat | |
| You' re a stink bomb | |
| I' m comin' | |
| Stapleton style | |
| To blow up your whole profile | |
| My shiggy shiggy | |
| Shaolin style is so rugged | |
| MC' s that like our identity try to dub it | |
| It can' t be duplicated the way | |
| I situate it | |
| It' s too complicated | |
| I get highly modivated | |
| It comes to battlin' | |
| MCs they start thinkin' | |
| I wonder the fuck | |
| Pop with the blood clot drinkin' | |
| I hope it wasn' t gas cause | |
| I' m about to get up in that ass | |
| You fucked with me first but | |
| I should of been the last | |
| Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt | |
| Dealing with the lyrical expert | |
| Who don' t give a hoot | |
| I' ll be the first to shoot | |
| Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits | |
| Rubbabandz: | |
| GP' s comin' through call it a hostiel take over | |
| You on the hunt for our | |
| LP like Sean | |
| Connery on | |
| The Hunt For | |
| Red October | |
| Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover | |
| President and plus part owner | |
| Rubbabands got more fans than | |
| Barcelona | |
| You gettin' more record sales than me | |
| Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on | |
| Wall Street with a diploma | |
| High school graduate just wasn' t me | |
| So ' 93 be the year | |
| I sign up for my | |
| G. E. D. Takin' trades so | |
| I have something to fall back on | |
| So on a job interview this looks good | |
| Just in case our records don' t sell, knock on wood | |
| My fault but that' s just a wild and crazy thought | |
| Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop | |
| Cause GP the grain is just so so hot | |
| To def get left in the dust we bust | |
| Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus | |
| Hook |
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