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 th