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pop da brown hornet - can you wu wu wu (street mix) lyrics

[verse 1]
can you wu wu wu, or is it just a front
gp the grains’ here to give you what you want, baby boy bow down
listen to the sound of the dirty hip hop dug from deep underground
the days come, for me to shine like the sun
the brown one, awoken by the warrior’s drum
who wants some, i’ll give it to ya right now
let’s get rugged wild, watch me beat your ass like a step child
we all know who’s like microphone pro
rain, sleet or snow, i’m out to get dough like a villain
chillin like an ice sickle waitin to get you
respected like a fully loaded pistol
shickle shackled, the fifth borough out the big apple
stapleton, represents, every time it has to
bring it, watch you get k!lled like a roast
we carry big guns under big over_coats

[chorus]
can you wu wu wu, or is it just a front
(gp the grain here to give you what you want)
can you wu_wu_wu, or is it just a front
(gp the grain here to give you what you want)

[verse 2]
the g_p is, all up in there
if they’re from the grain i gotta treat em like family
we all know how the story goes
there’s no love for those, who try to step on our toes
i’ll do em something awful
the almighty god couldn’t keep my black ass up off ya
violate, get smacked like a blind date
save the games for later, when holdin down the gate
let me speed it up, just a little touch not that much
i’ve been gettin high, wouldn’t want to catch a head rush
i’ve been thinkin i wanna go back
but before i do all that, i gotta get my name on the map
(brown h_rnet, say it a little louder now)
(brown h_rnet, say it a little louder now)
(brown h_rnet) aka poppy dah
treat me like a .44 caliber k!ller, but much iller
[chorus]
can you wu wu wu, or is it just a front
(gp the grain here to give you what you want)
can you wu_wu_wu, or is it just a front
(gp the grain here to give you what you want)

[verse 3]
the slums of the shao, ya that’s where i’m from
stapleton bums tote guns and get funds
skeem on money makin, drug dealers
stick em for their super bowl rings, i roll with the shaolin stealers
let it be known that i got sh_t sown
i gets deep, even my voice is baritone
comin through with our guns in the air like onyx
go to any ends, because we’re hooked on phonics
bur_da_da_da stick em, there goes another victim
if you got a death wish i’ll put a slug in your system
no remorse, survival at any cost
so f_ck it, it’s a loss to the dark side of the force
gotta say peace, to all them real thugs
all them wanna be gangstas, your name’s on slugs
phony hip hoppers, i comin to your dome
takin you off the throne, beatin you with the cold chrome
you don’t deserve a chance and the sign of the times
when emcees be comin out with ill rhymes
that happy rap has to cease
this is about to get real in this motherf_ckin piece

- pop da brown hornet

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