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Guru - Underground Connections lyrics
f/ Ice-T, Suspectz [*short movie sample*] [Chorus: Guru] We got underground connections, the best ones No stress son, come test son, you'll get done When you be stickin out your chest son Underground connections, the best ones Come test son, you'll get done So don't be stickin out your chest son [Ice-T] So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack again Catch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM Fuckin it all, I blow a million on craps Done spent a million on straps, so I'm heavily heated Never had a bitch on yo' dick kid, though I know you need it Mia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you can't count the amount And kid them extra bitches in your video don't count I never lied on a record, I put that on my son If my niggaz caught me frontin, they've cut out my tongue Well connected baby bitch nigga, ya can't run far My riders know where the little and the big cribs are It ain't the funds ya got, but how long ya got it It ain't the guns ya got, but how much ya shot it I'll look you deep in your eyes like I ain't never done a record Step up all on ya bitch and have the hooker butt-nekkid With the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga" "Fuck-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga" If I was as hard as you sound, I'd be stuck deep in the hole Still when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya gold Grabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency do's Endin the shows, bodies on the disco flo's [Chorus] [Sonny Blade] Yo, yo As far as it go, fuck with fams, it's kilos to grams The circumstance, the way it's goin down, accordin to plan This gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shit Run the streets, bodying shit, anybody you wit Thinkin I'm Gotti and shit, fuck with anyone of them bitches you wit Pushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chips For those that don't know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funky I bet my life on it, you niggaz don't want it Spittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30's, you niggaz ain't worthy Across the county, my Suspect niggaz surround me Come off it - fuckin ya bitch, whoever's closest I know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portrait Crazy bank, livin it up, to make an estate You ballin now, face down on the fuckin floor now Sonny Blade got this hits locked down for days I got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze [Chorus] [Older Don] Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots Fuck the cops, swervin on a belt in the drop Bad bitch, rubbin my cock, one hand on the glock And I can't stop, won't stop, until I get it get it Done shitted, called beef and dealt wit it So forget it homes, Older Don is fully blown Southbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chrome Freaked off, like the illest porn Pour heat, quick to swarm We can get it on from dusk 'til dawn Flows hot, your's lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bomb See the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta... [Chorus] [Guru] Underground rap king baby, word up, I'm here to reign Potential victims know my rep, they fear the pain Emcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chains Still get third degree burns from the severe flames Ain't nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bop While you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lot Cuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your block Cuz some of y'all are worse than bitches, and be talkin a lot Cuz you still don't understand that I'm iller than y'all And it ain't just because I know more killers than y'all But because I know that half of y'all ain't willin to brawl See me, I'm quick to start it with you chicken-hearted Fake hustlers, phony gangsters, where'd you get your part at? Some flick that you watched, or some legend you swept Let's talk about some real shit, cuz there's paper to get Time to turn this respect into cash and major checks From NYC to Cali, flip the dough and invest With my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tec Only run with street soldiers and no pussy cadets Cop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes [Chorus] Straight like that... ha Baldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The Suspectz Underground Connections baby... |
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