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Correct Underground Life Lyrics
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[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Gettin dirty, y'all A. G. Party Arty D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [Verse 1: A. G.] 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 [Verse 2: D Flow] 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 G. D. 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 [Chorus: Fat Joe] 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 G. D. 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 [Verse 3: Party Arty] 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 'zй Earlier took your girl to a matinйe (And I) (got that ass today, what, what, what) Y'all niggas rappin gay Need to go back and pray C. L. K. 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 (G. D.) 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 [Chorus:]
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