They Down With Us
Scarface, UGK (Underground Kingz)
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My nigga Bun B you know he down with us
So Cold, D.O.C., down with us
Eric B, Pimp C, you know they down with us
Black Rob and A-Rod, down with us
MJD, you know he down with us
D-Legit and E-40, down with us
My nigga Young Keke, he down with us
Southside nigga and we down to bust
I'm number one
Too many niggas taking rap for a joke
You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke
Rhyming 'bout fly bitches, Daytona, hundred spokes
Pockets once was fat, but now you're bum smoked
Now you're gung-ho, got your niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation, ride or die
Five foot five, and then put on that bullshit inside
You know as well as I know, you don't die, die
Give a fuck about your crew, what they wanna do?
Them niggas bring the cocked eight straps, we cock straps too
And blast on fools, fuck one, we smoke sticks too
Like Black Rob, we straight criminals, fuck a interview
J. Prince will ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
And you'll be on the interlude, I'm coming from a school
Nigga mouth did anything you do
Piscine lyrical, I'm the original
That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful
Critical, nigga I ride around in houses
My records doing millions, you barely do a hundred thousand
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows, but you can't go gold
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows, but you can't go gold
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows, but you can't go gold
I sold your soul, that bullshit is not old
Fucking with me is not so, D-9-Lo
Now the internet, radio, prison, even the TV
All asking me to spit the meaning of B-U-N B
Well let's see, I'm broader than Broadway
Rolling brothers on Broadway
Got your broad out on Broadway
The broad way and the broad day
Now I'm from the underground, plunder sound from down under
Something like when that thunder pound way from 'round yonder
Now I'm from the South mayne, plus I'm the South mayne
Fanatical Pharaoh, crunker than Caro on South mayne
Close your mouth mayne, I ain't asking
For your tonsils or your tongues
Looking sprung like the prince was for Rapunzel
I close your mouth mayne, I ain't
Asking for your tonsils or your tongues
Looking sprung like the prince was for Rapunzel
Close your mouth mayne, I ain't asking
For your tonsils or your tongues
Looking sprung like the prince was for Rapunzel
I twist it like a pretzel, these rappers crying to blow
I make this shit look way easier than tying my shoes
Ask me do I write rhymes, I tell 'em I use
Yeah, now I'm writing history, you gon' remember like the Juice
YouTube, the G2, the K, EA play us
It's been Bobby Ewing nigga, next up is Jigga
Young Jigga is down with us
The boy Big Chief is down with us
Nigga, King of California is down with us
You know the boy Brad is down with us
Boy Big Mike still down with us
Coming down candy, sipping the 'Tuss
Niggas in the South down with us
Still down to bust
Nard Ross, breaking 'em off
Just when they think they winning, fuckboy, you lost
I like to ride white with the gravy and rice
This Rap-A-Lot mafia life, super tight
Said daddy ain't selling, must've started smoking rocks
We got the game on lock, bitch you ain't pop
Smoke fire to stop, got blades to chop
Keep a young yellow bop and a pistol to pop
On a punk motherfucker talking shit with a gun
Pimp and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Every day I come down and niggas clone my game
Get on BET and they don't mention my name
On the other level, face the busta that I am
Really early '90s watching out for the can
King of the South, and I'm the heir to the throne
Bitch, it's the motherfucking Don, chrome chrome
Nigga, Jigga, you know he down with us
Roc-A-Fella Records is down with us
Cash Money Millionaires is down with us
Pretty Boy Floyds, you know we down with us
Roy Jones Jr. is down with us
Iron Mike Tyson down with us
Roy Jones Jr. is down with us
Iron Mike Tyson down with us
Roy Jones Jr. is down with us
Iron Mike Tyson down with us
Bennings-Lewis is down with us
Knocking motherfuckers out is a must
James Payne, you know he down with us
Rock and Rock D. Boy down with us
Nigga with me, you know he down with us
Can't forget about Reggie 'cause he down with us
Nigga, J. Prince, you know he down with us
Big Chief and B-Dub down to bust
Niggas in this motherfucker down with us
Taking motherfuckers out is a must
We number one
Recognize the mob, motherfucker, yeah
All about Scarface this motherfucking year, huh?
Get that shit straight, nigga
Get that motherfucking shit straight, huh?
I'm the reason why you started rapping, old punk-ass nigga
I did this shit, nigga
I lived this motherfucking shit
And that's the motherfucking reason, bitch
I'm number one, fag-ass nigga
Recognize, coldest motherfucker in the game
And been that for deep, huh?
Ain't going no motherfucking where
Yeah, check me out, Rap-A-Lot
Swinging on hoes
Knocking bitch-ass niggas out
Bring it to the ring, old ho-ass nigga