G.P. Wu - The Lost Generation lyrics

Motherf**in GP in the motherf**in house With shorty Shy [Rubbabandz] Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when I, start to stain Crab n***as, I recon, you recognize the grain I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust Raps n***as collapse, in fact turn to slush It only takes a second to die It only takes a minute to get high The hoods that I run with really don't care Bustin at God with our pistols in the air [Pop Da Brown Hornet] No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherf** them horses I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger I live day by day, but my mind set on the future Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions Got sh** locked like state prisons MC destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya When I'm red n***as die from paranoia Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not Or I'll be runnin sh** in ya' spot Die Hard, crackin sh**, like Ty Cobb Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai Then blow the smoke all in your eye You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it That's why you wanna constantly rewind it [Down Low Reka] Yo, D. Allah represent at sparkin mics like flint With style that you can inhale and get the n***a bent Cash Rules, no choice but bein top biller Have ya blinded by the fire like that b**h in the k**er You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms That's Acquired to break down Immune Systems In any battle I'm-a come in first With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a f**in curse I like s** after Ballentine Triple X Understandin, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders n***as get lost in the land Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand [Shyheim] I'm-a live shorty, word up, the sh** ain't hard to tell I k** verses, just like, napsilnac to s**m cells My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like d** Live and direct, from New York like Lugz Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that a** lynched You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch Kid, I be just f**in in the cut, on some Shaolin what Jiggy-June bust a nut [Junelover] Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher n***as you don't really wanna see the God hyper Active, make teachers run back for practice And tell they proteges, they can't f** with the tactics So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge You put your best man, even if he went to college With this mutation, I serve like a chef What do you know, I be that n***a squeezin air from your last breath Got you gaspin from suffocation Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic f*ggot, now put an H on your chest and handle Whatever comes at ya, best beleive I'ma gat ya Now move back from this Jack, you can't touch it Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked a** manager Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil Causin me to to hurt innocent people n***as playin hard rocks on the wrong block Thinkin it be you until I let the nine Glock Pa-POP, my man sh**ted all in his pants It's the same old song and dance And I'm out motherf**ers!