Andre the Giant, Fat Joe, Party Arty, D Flow - Underground Life lyrics

Yeah, yeah gettin dirty, y'all aG party Arty
D Flow joe the don terror Squad yeah
What's fuckin with that?

I hit the block and stop
Hoes with the drop Rolls
Flaco got those hot hoes to stop flows
Out for the nachos
Knock em out if it's macho
Then head to Rascoe's for chicken and waffles
These chickens that I know be callin me Pablo
Cause they think that I know the lingo
But, I don't
Hi ho, only pick chicks that swallow
These bullets are hollow
Where I aim they follow
I spit murder to get further
Haters can't hurt us
Me and Tone flipped burgers to
Buy clips for burners
Ignore you cats with the boring tracks
16 bars, that's trap, 5 grand
Won't even call you back
Send you a fax and call you wack
Andre The Giant is tall as Shaq
But, I was born to rap
And 5-60's what I'm wearin
They never seen a drop Hummer
That's why they starin
Multi-mill by next summer
Is how I'm feelin, blow the tec
Soak em wet, no respect, Flow is next

I keep dimes
While y'all niggas floss with cheap shines
I make a rapper leak rhymes
Spit flames each time
It's D Flow, I burn cats with 3 lines
My niggas blow it up throwin up GD signs
Blunted from 'dro
My niggas cop Hummers in gold
Gun to your do'
Y'all niggas don't want it with Flow
Son spit awesome
See me in a 6 with a bitch flossin
Before the blitz caution niggas put
Up chips and lost em
I'm feelin tense, see, fuck
Around and get drenched, gee
You ten speed, I'm like a banshee
Don't bet against me
'74, bury me or die now, nigga
Man down, nigga, cause you
Couldn't hold it down, nigga
Found niggas in the back with the rats
Shot up said he died instant
They could tell he never got up
Finished product, gold and platinum shit
Clap at your click
Now you're stranded in the back of the bricks
We be the Black Mob
And it's D Flow the rap arson
Hate a nigga stuntin
Frontin like he want a problem

Yo, from the Bronx to Harlem
You can catch us in a Aston Martin
Switchin lanes with three dames on
The way to Carbon's you niggas starvin
Me and GD about to shift the market
And flip and hit your squadron
Yo, you know that shit that you
Be spittin don't sound tight
You recognize when we be comin to your town
Right?
Hit em up, split em up with the pound twice
Terror Squad gettin dirty, Underground Life

Fuck rappin, I said what I had to say
Y'all niggas get blast away, then pass away
The feds wanna put my ass away
Straight haters
But, I'm The Greatest like Cassius Clay
(I was) sippin on a glass of 'zé
Earlier took your girl to a matinée
(And I, got that ass today, what, what, what)
Y'all niggas rappin gay
Need to go back and pray cLK black and gray
And y'all niggas don't really want
The gats to spray
You might get hit this time
When I spit this rhyme
I'm gonna shit this time, like diarrhea
Keep the nine near
You fuckin with Party Arty, the pioneer
(GD) My crew behind me
Strip clubs where you can find me
Bout to take over like Guilliani
Against Illuminati since I was usin puddies
To when I was a youth and rowdy
Then I learned to use the shotie