Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out  Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on  Before we do that, before we do that before we do that  Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick  This is for the ladies you know  Cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out  I want y'all to feel this a little somethin  And if y'all know the song, no no no dis-  If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word up, check it  (remix for who? )  For g.p., for g.p. nigga  Don't be disrespectful nigga  G.p. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)  Last night  You sucked somethin special outta me  (what? a fuckin nut? ) uh huh  And for the first time  I got my dick sucked for free  (what, for free? ) uh huh  Check out what she told me tho, she said  She said do you want me to use protection  I told the bitch of course  But you can still lick my balls  She said pop can I ask your black ass one more question  I told her hell no  Last night (what she do, what she do)  You sucked somethin special outta me  (aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)    [rubberbands]  Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whip  Drivin hip hop right off a cliff  Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art  When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts  With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my life  I can't rap, she can kill that  She don't know about the illuminati soldiers  Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders  Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders  Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas  Goin nowhere fast  Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash  About the whip and dip before I had you can  Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober  Or wishin that I could live my whole life over  But I'm a libra so I sit back and look forward to october  We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business    [down low recka]  We stay true, the g.p. debut  Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew  Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper  A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter  You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it in ya  My whole click about to get into shit  Brothers comin up as slaves  Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays  Niggas like us with magic stays  While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays  You can't last in a billion dollar world  Tryin to get a billion dollar girl  Doin big b-i lookin dead into my future  Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya  We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business  Hit son, the one you thought was number one  Is now number two to my crew    [pop the brown hornet]  Puff puff give, g.p. got to live  We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids  And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone  The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown  Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair  Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer  We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo  You beatin me that's like the knicks beatin chicago  Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin  But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappin  No we goin platinum, rerun, what's happenin  Takin the world by storm like the jacksons  Shit, you better search for the g.p. logo  If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco  Produced by rns and dlr  I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far  My destiny's comfortability  Playin up not too far from military artillary  Not for manos but for protection  A lot of cats got the venom in em and i'ma pop em    [june luva]  I got plenty niggas down for whatever  Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever  Do or die situations you be facin  Goin up against the grain nigga feel the pain  My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss  Keepin it real, it gats we trust  Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin  Run things from new york to compton  And all the crews inbetween (why's that june) I don't know  All I know is they got to go  Cause they can stop the show from goin on, it must succeed  If not the next man bleeds  We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business  Hit son, the one you thought was number one  Is now number two to my crew  The hits, tracks that make you flip your lids  G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business  Hit son, the one you thought was number one  Is now number two to my crew