From Da Underground Remix lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It ain't no love for them b*tches, it ain't no love to gangs
Steppin' on top pimpin', I'm never slippin'
I'm just controllin' your brain
I gotta make my cheese, got bosses
Stealin' killin' at will real for the hustlers
See the life I live, caps must be peeled
Cause the streets is filled with bustas
I'm runnin' the lap wit the gat in my lap, cuz there's money to makin' these b*tches are breakin'
The n*ggas they dyin' before they get grown
Where half the time, these bullets will take they dome
So I sleep with the chrome, When I'm in that zone
Or fry that light green, big blunts be blown
We livin' up in a big mansion diggin' on b*tches as my condom caught the nut, I use two, cuz we f*ckin' on some pus*y ho
Cal. I brought, but I got it on safety
I'm 'bout to watch out for these b*tches
Cause they quick to put a click, b*tch can't fade this
Skinny Pimp my name, We stick up
We serving up b*tches on your curb, we hurting, murdering b*tches that cross out the family hoe ain't nothing changed
This course is out for them hoes that wanna run the track
Summarize this coughin' b*tch and recognize a real mack
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
n*gga, f*ck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burnin' off this rubber
n*ggas undercover, so you know I can’t trust them
I be smokin' earth, boy, you be smokin' bubba
The b*tch like Benihana's, took that b*tch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy, I won't be your farmer
I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up