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)

smoking

A lot of cats thought the G.P. shit wouldn't make it
June Luva (Smokin)
Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin)
Rubber to the Bands (Smokin)
Down Low...

(G.P. forever more

things_ain’t_what_they_used_to_be


underground_emperor

[Pop The Brown Hornet]
Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised
As I lure you into the world of true lies
You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry
Performed by a Shao

black_on_black_crime

[Pop The Brown Hornet]
I'm not sure no more, constant war
What's it all for
Everybody out here poor
Niggas cuttin throat, got crackheads sellin soap
Little shorties

life_bid

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

hip_hop

one two, one two, one shot, one two, last shot
make the sound rock [hip hop, hip hip hop]
it's all about, it's all about [hip hop, hip hip hop]

yo, who that fake pro, try

1st_thing_first

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

chamber_danger

Intro:
(whispering) take 'em shake 'em brake 'em (x8)
1,1,1,2, how we do it real son. Word up. Yo yo yo yo so now enter the next
chamber yo yo check it.

Rubbabandz:

blow_up

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 part

party_people

Chorus:

Party People (Are you ready?)
Party People (Are you ready for this?)
Party People (Are you ready?)
Party People (Are you ready for this?)
Better gathe

if_you_only_knew

Verse 1:

Yo, yo your girl's fucked up
Your world's fucked up
Situations a nigga go through
He don't show a sensitive side
So he keeps it inside
With so