Tekst:
Gp Wu Don T Go Against The Grain

mics When evil strike I beat that ass 'cause he can't fight How many MCs must we put in pain Before somebody says don't go against the grain? The grain

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

you fucking bitch ass nigga) (don't stop, don't stop) (hip hop, hip hip hop) yo my name I hip hop I be that nigga y'all tryna stop but before I go, I

you and your crew Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't

you still keep sportin it Put a cork in it, dust it off and auction it Get what you can for it 'fore it's too late You don't want the world to find out

get you for not knowin the issue I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile Don't run for cover, don't waste my time Push your

a no win situation goin' up against gladiation Now knowin' what you're facin' [Junelover:] Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades (I don't

low and really couldn't fuck with the mo One of them days I didn't have a place to go She said so let's get it on We don't need a whole lotta room to