Lyrics

[Verse 1] Every day I wake up lookin' out my window Shitty that we livin' in a place of skid row Broke and shit and hopin' it's something to live for But right now we don't see it, all we know we pissed, bro Hit low with swift blows and Lord God forbid, yo To get dough, you'll get choked or left with a slit throat And kids grow with skin sores and wear dirty, ripped clothes It's a shitshow, well that's just the way the wind blow Tryna get ahead, I'm back, I mean I rip shows Hopin' people come and pay to see me spit flows I'm known up in the streets, man, I don't need no intro Because they know I got more talent in my big toe Than anything on radio or spawnin' discos The underground panel, no songs that come from bitch hoes Toss him off a bridge so wе gon' see his shit flow It's official, we gon' hit you with the shit that's sick, bro [Chorus] When I'm in your town, pеople like "Awww shit!" 'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is "Awww shit!" Because we got the kind of sound, that's "Awww shit!" If you ain't underground and proud, then y'all ain't shit! When I'm in your town, people like "Awww shit!" 'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is "Awww shit!" Because we got the kind of sound, that's "Awww shit!" If you ain't underground and proud, then y'all ain't shit! [Bridge] Ooh, baby, you like R&B, I'm so sorry 'Cause, bitch, that ain't me [Verse 2] Astoundin' as I'm howlin' all the doubters "Q's back!" If you's that, I'm in the booth, I'm on a new track This time around, I tighten up my fuckin' bootstraps New Jack Grooms are a huge pack of douchebags No one even cares that your little group raps Maybe in your school class, but still prove that Rockin' a black blue rag, the sharpest in the Tool Shack And you fags are more consumed with perpetratin' coon swag Yet every venue you've been to, you got booed at I'm a lion tamer who's ripped away at Bruce Katz Take the stage and hit 'em with a simple boom-bap You take the stage and all the crowd is askin', "Who's that?" True that, you're a coon swag, but yo, man, you knew that You fools there look sillier than wearing Dr. Seuss hats Claimin' that you hard and ain't afraid to shoot gas But you ain't move a crowd like this old school cat [Chorus] When I'm in your town, people like "Awww shit!" 'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is "Awww shit!" Because we got the kind of sound, that's "Awww shit!" If you ain't underground and proud, then y'all ain't shit! When I'm in your town, people like "Awww shit!" 'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is "Awww shit!" Because we got the kind of sound, that's "Awww shit!" If you ain't underground and proud, then y'all ain't shit! [Verse 3] Stayin' in the game, sometimes it seems hopeless When I'm doin' shows, the shit's explosive I'ma stay shiny more than a glow stick Your whole clique is so dim and know you can't approach this Notice this microphone is so cold it's frozen From the illest southern motherfuckin' flows spit Tryna make more cake than hostess On the scene swarmin' the streets like locusts Real killers moshin' the pits to bone split Fake dogs stick to the wall like Post-its I be with the bitches that can do pole tricks You and your crew is lucky if you pull gross chicks Whoa kid, I don't care who you roll with Disrespectin' end up with that fuckin' throat slit I ain't got the time to fuck around with no bitch I'll shine you hard like cockroaches [Chorus] When I'm in your town, people like "Awww shit!" 'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is "Awww shit!" Because we got the kind of sound, that's "Awww shit!" If you ain't underground and proud, then y'all ain't shit! When I'm in your town, people like "Awww shit!" 'Cause when we put it down, the crowd is "Awww shit!" Because we got the kind of sound, that's "Awww shit!" If you ain't underground and proud, then y'all ain't shit!