Underground Terror lyrics

[Verse 1: KK, Gangsta D]
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 b*tches you like the *tracks* and you n*ggas 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 n*gga speak
You're on the nuts and them motherf*ckers 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) n*ggas
So don't try to figure how a n*gga like The D could make so much money
Punkin' all these n*ggas for they b*tch to be my honey
And n*ggas keep comin' around, claimin' they down
Back up, fool, and stay down and get ready for the…

[Scratched Hook]
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now…"
"An underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"

[Verse 2: KK]
KK on the trigger, n*ggas 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 f*cked
Treated like a pooh butt, trained like a sl*t
Without the Vaseline, straight meat to the butt
Now, with your booty, you know I need my cut
f*ck 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
[Scratched Hook]
"Underground arsenal of terror"
"Now…"
"An underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"

[Verse 3: Gangsta D]
Huh, I'm kickin' sh*t, so much sh*t that it stank, yeah
A young n*gga that's making a bank
Got these b*tches on my nuts like a shell
'Cause a n*gga like Tha D serve it well
So get back, you little sorry motherf*ckers
Eat a di*k, you little short di*k bustas
Yeah, I serve the crowd the bomb ass yayo
And when I roll, motherf*ckers lay low
You wanna be a n*gga 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 b*tchmade n*ggas don't scare me
And if you lesser, then the gat don't try to tear me
See, Tha D is out to break the street barriers
Comin' up with that… ("underground arsenal of terror") motherf*ckers

[Scratched Hook]
"An underground arsenal of terror"
"Now…"
"An underground arsenal of terror"
"Now listen…"
[Outro: Gangsta D, KK]
Alright, check this sh*t out
Yo, we would like to say what's up to the motherf*ckin' homies
AMG (The b*tches better have his money)
My n*gga Quik (Y'all know we gotsta get bent tonite")
And to the crazy ass skanless poet Hi-C
(All y'all b*tches can't play him like no puppet)
And that's right, what's up Playa Hamm?
(Just to keep your motherf*ckin' attention)
And you know what? All you n*ggas in Compton rollin' on this sh*t
Y'all motherf*ckers stay up
And we up out this motherf*cker (Let's roll!)
Greedy Greg (Hell motherf*ckin' yeah)
Lynch Mickey in the motherf*ckin' house
Yo Quik, we faded, we up outta here
Y'all ready to roll?
Yeah
Alright, cut…