2nd II None - Underground Terror lyrics
[2nd II None - Underground Terror lyrics]
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
Muthafuckas 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
"Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…"
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"
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
"Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…"
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"
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 The D serve it well
So get back, you little sorry muthafuckas
Eat a dick, you little short dick bustas
Yeah, I serve the crowd the bomb ass yayo
And when I roll, muthafuckas 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, The D is out to
Break the street barriers
Comin’ up with that
("underground arsenal of terror") muthafuckas
"Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…"
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…" alright, check this shit out
Yo, we would like to say what’s
Up to the muthafuckin’ 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 muthafuckin’ attention)
And you know what? All you niggas
In Compton rollin’ on this shit
Y’all muthafuckas stay up
And we up out this muthafucka (Let’s roll)
Greedy Greg (Hell muthafuckin’ yeah)
Lynch Mickey in the muthafuckin’ house
Yo Quik, we faded, we up outta here
Y’all ready to roll? Yeah
Alright, cut
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
Muthafuckas 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
"Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…"
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"
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
"Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…"
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"
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 The D serve it well
So get back, you little sorry muthafuckas
Eat a dick, you little short dick bustas
Yeah, I serve the crowd the bomb ass yayo
And when I roll, muthafuckas 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, The D is out to
Break the street barriers
Comin’ up with that
("underground arsenal of terror") muthafuckas
"Underground arsenal of terror" "Now…"
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…" alright, check this shit out
Yo, we would like to say what’s
Up to the muthafuckin’ 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 muthafuckin’ attention)
And you know what? All you niggas
In Compton rollin’ on this shit
Y’all muthafuckas stay up
And we up out this muthafucka (Let’s roll)
Greedy Greg (Hell muthafuckin’ yeah)
Lynch Mickey in the muthafuckin’ house
Yo Quik, we faded, we up outta here
Y’all ready to roll? Yeah
Alright, cut