Underground Terror

Lyrics

[Verse 1: KK, Gangsta D] So you waited and waited and waited, now you comin' on down With a hit to get an underground tape you can't escape 'Cause you bitches you like the *tracks* and you niggas like the *tracks* Put on my tape and hear the jam, it'll make you say *goddamn* Oh yeah, we comin' with the feeling of a true With a street point-of-view, doing things that the others can't do Step to the side and let the true nigga speak You're on the nuts and them motherfuckers droppin' to my feet Just hanging by a string, trying to get a piece of the K All fools drop out the way of the real (Real) true (True) niggas So don't try to figure how a nigga like The D could make so much money Punkin' all these niggas for they bitch to be my honey And niggas keep comin' around, claimin' they down Back up, fool, and stay down and get ready for the… [Scratched Hook] "Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…" "An underground arsenal of terror" "Now listen…" [Verse 2: KK] KK on the trigger, niggas better duck You played around, fool, and your ass got stuck Don't even try to fight, you know you'll get bucked Oops, I caught you slippin' and your ass got fucked Treated like a pooh butt, trained like a slut Without the Vaseline, straight meat to the butt Now, with your booty, you know I need my cut Fuck the damn money, I get paid by the nut Hit the switch, got the grip Chrome to my side, don't even try to trip Now the K's on display, going across the land Knockin' boots and I'm through with the loot in my hand Second to N-O-N-E, None I'm the one on the run with a gun and I'm stunning the rest The crowd, I do it loud For the hood I'm down, but now I'm rockin' the underground [Scratched Hook] "Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…" "An underground arsenal of terror" "Now listen…" [Verse 3: Gangsta D] Huh, I'm kickin' shit, so much shit that it stank, yeah A young nigga that's making a bank Got these bitches on my nuts like a shell 'Cause a nigga like Tha D serve it well So get back, you little sorry motherfuckers Eat a dick, you little short dick bustas Yeah, I serve the crowd the bomb ass yayo And when I roll, motherfuckers lay low You wanna be a nigga like me, you gotta be down for your crown And claim your spot, G And what I preach ain't quoted from a Bible If you know like I know, it's all about survival 'Cause bitchmade niggas don't scare me And if you lesser, then the gat don't try to tear me See, Tha D is out to break the street barriers Comin' up with that… ("underground arsenal of terror") motherfuckers [Scratched Hook] "An underground arsenal of terror" "Now…" "An underground arsenal of terror" "Now listen…" [Outro: Gangsta D, KK] Alright, check this shit out Yo, we would like to say what's up to the motherfuckin' homies AMG (The bitches better have his money) My nigga Quik (Y'all know we gotsta get bent tonite") And to the crazy ass skanless poet Hi-C (All y'all bitches can't play him like no puppet) And that's right, what's up Playa Hamm? (Just to keep your motherfuckin' attention) And you know what? All you niggas in Compton rollin' on this shit Y'all motherfuckers stay up And we up out this motherfucker (Let's roll!) Greedy Greg (Hell motherfuckin' yeah) Lynch Mickey in the motherfuckin' house Yo Quik, we faded, we up outta here Y'all ready to roll? Yeah Alright, cut…