SOUND OF THE UNDERGROUND lyrics

[Intro]
Memphis Cult

[Verse]
Straight from the underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b*tch, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on Savage Street
North Memphis, Tennessee
Straight from the underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b*tch, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on-

[Verse]
Silent night, there's no light
That's when I start creepin like a hitman
Scope my man
Then I toss the dynamite
My fault, you got caught
Shouldn't of been a bystander
Bullet lead, in the head
To n*ggas I got anna with
You scatter, no matter how fast you can race
It'll bust, it'll blow through the back of your face
Lunatic, wreckin sh*t
First I sign the contract
Something like a crazy check
To place you in the Kroger bag
Bloody, suddenly
I scratch 'em off my hit list
[Verse]
Straight from the underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b*tch, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on Savage Street
North Memphis, Tennessee
Straight from the underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b*tch, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on-

[Verse]
I just wanna cap n*gga
Just to make my rep bigger
Dangerously, anxiously
I ain't no mutherf*ckin G
f*ck Merry Christmas
All I wanna do is treak or treat
You ain't cool, damn fool
Chrome to your f*ckin dome
You're listening to the Hurts Village, Al Capone
Hurts Village
That's where I'm coming trick
Dope fiend, shootin up cops
I'll light ya ass with a match, b*tch
Don't be talkin that sh*t
The hood is a war zone
n*ggas run up
My gauge is still poppin cone, your listening to the Hurts Village, Al Capone
Duck n*gga, dodge n*gga
Imma pull the f*ckin trigger
Watkins and Brown, Smokey City
Down with the Skinny n*gga
Pistol grip, don't you slip
Just incase yo ass do
Smith and Wesson, don't be guessing
Stupid ass, I thought you knew
Bullet proof, f*ck you
Target for destruction
Keep on your vest, protect your chest
I'm aiming for your face, son
Aww mane, I'm insane
People say I'm crazy
Bullsh*t, suck my di*k
Then I yell out gravy
First degree, robbery
Then I kick back laughing
Rollin clean, cause I made a mean stang
Now, I'm high cappin
Turn up the bump, blow a junt
Then I'm kickin A.C
Windows tinted, don't look in it
Suckas f*ckin nosey
Leather hat, fur coat
Skinny to the f*ckin bone
Your listening to the Hurts Village, Al Capone

[Outro]
Straight from the underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b*tch, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on Savage Street
North Memphis, Tennessee
Straight from the underground
With that thunderin' bumpin' sound
Bumpin' on your stereo
Bustaz don't hear me though
b*tch, you better ask somebody
Sir Mike G is yo big daddy
Born on Savage Street
North Memphis, Tennessee
Hurts Village, hurts Village
You know the project is pimpin
So some might get blowed up
Don't try to stop me, or you'll get bucked
Pimpin and robbin
And droppin them suckas like ducks
211 is project born
Hurts Village is where I stay
b*tches they wan-