Blow Up Lyrics by Gp Wu

Blow Up Lyrics

    All my brothers (what)
    Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
    Shaolin take it to the top
    All the ladies (oowww)
    Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
    Keepin the party tight aiiight

    [pop the brown hornet]
    I be the one to break through your barrier
    Bomb carrier
    Ready to explode in hype mode
    You'll catch a bad decision at any given
    I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck i'm livin
    Let me lay the law, let me connect four
    G.p. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought
    Standin tall but you comin up short
    Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport
    Ran into the wrong one, i'm the son of a gun
    You target practice, i'ma hit you off for fun
    Answer one question, what crossed your mind
    To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design
    You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin
    Like a gun toter up against an assassin
    I'm the real mccoy, old school b-boy
    Anything i seek i could create or destroy
    It's like that, born with the strength to strike back
    Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat
    It's either you or my contract
    All you gotta say is where we get it on at
    And it's on

    All my brothers (what)
    Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
    Shaolin take it to the top
    All the ladies (oowww)
    Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
    Keepin the party tight aiiight

    [rubberbands]
    Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books
    It's off the hook, got me on crop
    Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock
    But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot
    Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs
    Let it die down, get it out the air
    Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-tips
    Hundred dollar ho went international on the richard bey show
    Everybody wanna blow overnight
    The secret to my success is i don't get too hype
    Laid back killer instances, killer track
    Make a snap remack
    Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack
    Highly addictive
    The microphone's the glass dick and i'm smokin smash hits
    I need to be rehabilitated
    And if i write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track
    Premeditated

    [june luva]
    How dare you even look my way
    Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say
    You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with
    Niggas suck my dick, june'll be the first to bust your shit
    Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast
    The first one that steps be the first one i click-click-blast
    Hit em one time up in his brain
    But didn't kill em, i left him mentally insane
    It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin
    Animosity towards me will get you toasted
    6 million ways, 365 days
    I be on the street, crime pays
    Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle
    Until i learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle
    And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly
    I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty

    All my brothers (what)
    Let the world know it's hot
    All the ladies (oowww)

    [dark skinned assassin]
    Can you feel us all up in your swat
    Can't touch the god lyrical, far from typical style
    Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles
    Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths
    Casualty, s.i. be i soulful by the craft
    Devine self allah, the golden mic holder
    Got this whole shit locked like the ayatollah
    Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils
    But the god made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel
    Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster
    Assault and battery make it hard to remember
    Behold i the black avenger
    Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as december
    Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure
    And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja
    Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real
    War, four score with a hundred raw niggas

    [down low recka]
    You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line
    With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine
    Mental court got niggas doin time and
    Frustration got me ready to do crime
    Watch me shine like a comet
    Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit
    Frontin all them years you need to stop it
    You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era
    Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror
    Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort
    Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport
    Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedallin
    Your gods ain't hard, how you think you better than
    Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts
    Made known, reality show the grain blow
    All over, universally consume your town like fire
    Blaze the shit til we retire

    All my brothers (what)
    Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
    Shaolin take it to the top
    All the ladies (oowww)
    Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
    Keepin the party tight aiiight
    All my brothers (what)
    Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what)
    Shaolin take it to the top
    All the ladies (oowww)
    Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
    Keepin the party tight aiiight
    All the ladies, can you feel it in your
    All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7
    Shaolin take it to the top
    We keep the party tight aiiight

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