Yeah.
It's your boy T.
It's all my dirty grind, you niggas.
Bizarre in the house.
This is for the underground.
This is for the hardcore.
This is for the thugs.
This is for the shooters.
This is for the killers.
This is for the drillers.
Wake up in the morning, drunk and belligerent.
***.
Real inconsiderate.
Grew up in a foster home with no dad.
Yeah.
Feast and studio is all I had.
I'ma get rich or die trying.
For 50 cents, I'll sling the iron.
In middle school, I was still a neck pack.
You try to run, get shot in the back.
My cousin Corey, he finna blow.
I got the white like it's finna snow.
No talking, I just cock and aim.
And you pump brakes like the lights for the chain.
Stop!
Window.
Nigga, *** your hero.
I bring the heat like Robin De Niro.
Whoa, I'm getting high in a coffee shop.
And if you talk ***, nigga, course he pop.
This is for the underground.
This is for the hardcore.
This is for the thugs.
This is for the shooters.
This is for the killers.
This is for the drillers.
This is for the underground.
This is for the hardcore.
This is for the thugs.
This is for the shooters.
This is for the killers.
This is for the drillers.
Stop!
*** you!
Kicking in the room and literating like Biggie's hip-hop.
Body sympathetic.
Down with sickness like the lit rocks
Spittin' ain't no chore, deliberate toward the tip top
Shawty to the core, we bring him over and it go click pop
Steady, bring it heavy, got his chain and got his wristwatch
Ready, see spaghetti on his sweater, check the sick spot
Joker, he be sweaty, he be lamb, but damn his bitch hot
Smokin' hot, how the *** she ever get with this cut?
This is for the shooters, for the ones who always ruthless
This is for the hardest, for the ones who leave you toothless
This is for the thugs, we for the ones who always shoot ***
This is for the thugs, we for the ones who take your new ***
This is for the killers, for the ones who be the fewest
This is for the realest, for the ones who be the smoothest
This is for the thugs, we for the ones just want to move ***
This is for the thugs, we for the ones ain't have to prove ***
This is for the underground
This is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the drillers
This is for the underground
This is for the hardcore
This is for the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters
This is for the killers
This is for the killers
For the drillers, back, back, back
Shorty get the creepin' over here, she say my wrist hot
Body can't believe it, but he see she got a jizz spot
Seepin' down the leg, we clear as they look like a stick clot
Slutty, but she love me, so I took her, he a bitch shot
Really not my style, but let your rimp be how you get shot
*** it, I ain't worried, got bizarre, he got a *** cock
Poppin' with a smile and different from all the *** talk
Tuck it when he runnin' far away, he never get caught
This is for the shooters, for the ones who always ruthless
This is for the hardest, for the ones who leave you toothless
This is for the bugs, be for the ones who always shoot ***
This is for the lugs, be for the ones who take your new ***
This is for the killers, for the ones who be the fewest
This is for the realists, for the ones who be the smoothest
This is for the bugs, be for the ones who wanna move ***
This is for the bugs, be for the ones they have to prove ***
This is for the underground niggas, for the hardcore niggas
For the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters, this is for the killers
This is for the drillers, back, back
This is for the underground niggas, for the hardcore niggas
For the execution, thugs, thugs
This is for the dogs, dogs, dogs.
This is for the shooters.
This is for the killers.
This is for the drillers.
Bah!
***!