Bizarre:

Chorus: this is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs *3

This is for the shooters, this is for the killas, this is for the drillas, (bang!)

Bizarre:

Verse 1: I woke up in the morning, drunk and belligerent

An asshole, real inconsiderate

Grew up in a foster home with no dad

Beats and studio was all I had

I'm a get rich or die trying

For fifty cent, I'll sling that iron

In middle school, I was selling that pot

Try to run, get shot in the back

My cousin cory, he finna blow

I got the white like its finna snow

No talking, I just cock and aim

Pump your brakes like the light gon change

Weirdo, nigga fuck your hеro

I bring the heat like Robеrt Deniro

And I get hired at the Coffee shop

And if you talk shit, of course he pop

Bizarre:

Chorus: this is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs *3

This is for the shoots, this is for the killas, this is for the drillas, (bang!) *2

Bizarre:

Chorus: this is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs *3

This is for the shooters, this is for the killas, this is for the drillas, (bang!)

Suck my dick!

Verse 3: Obie Trice:

I'm feeling like a nigga up in shackles

I wanna be free but this bitch keep handcuffing me

Everytime we leave she's pulling my sleeve

Saying Obie decieved he dont believe

But baby girl, I just wanna be free

Tired being home for your ass before 3

When you not pleasing me

Dirty up your knees and blow some trees

You rolling with a G, baby

Bizarre:

Chorus: this is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs *3

This is for the shooters, this is for the killas, this is for the drillas, (bang!)*2

Bizarre:

Chorus: this is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs *3

This is for the shooters, this is for the killas, this is for the drillas, (bang!)

Suck my dick!