Guru

(feat. Ice-T, Suspectz)
[short movie sample]
[Chorus: Guru]
We got underground connections, the best ones
No stress son, come test son, youll get done
When you be stickin out your chest son
Underground connections, the best ones
Come test son, youll get done
So dont be stickin out your chest son
[Ice-T]
So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack again
Catch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM
Fuckin it all, I blow a million on craps
Done spent a million on straps, so Im heavily heated
Never had a bitch on yo dick kid, though I know you need it
Mia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you cant count the amount
And kid them extra bitches in your video dont count
I never lied on a record, I put that on my son
If my niggaz caught me frontin, theyve cut out my tongue
Well connected baby bitch nigga, ya cant run far
My riders know where the little and the big cribs are
It aint the funds ya got, but how long ya got it
It aint the guns ya got, but how much ya shot it
Ill look you deep in your eyes like I aint never done a record
Step up all on ya bitch and have the hooker butt-nekkid
With the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga"
"Fuck-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga"
If I was as hard as you sound, Id be stuck deep in the hole
Still when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya gold
Grabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency dos
Endin the shows, bodies on the disco flos
[Chorus]
[Sonny Blade]
Yo, yo
As far as it go, fuck with fams, its kilos to grams
The circumstance, the way its goin down, accordin to plan
This gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shit
Run the streets, bodying shit, anybody you wit
Thinkin Im Gotti and shit, fuck with anyone of them bitches you wit
Pushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chips
For those that dont know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funky
I bet my life on it, you niggaz dont want it
Spittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30s, you niggaz aint worthy
Across the county, my Suspect niggaz surround me
Come off it - fuckin ya bitch, whoevers closest
I know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portrait
Crazy bank, livin it up, to make an estate
You ballin now, face down on the fuckin floor now
Sonny Blade got this hits locked down for days
I got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze
[Chorus]
[Older Don]
Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots
Fuck the cops, swervin on a belt in the drop
Bad bitch, rubbin my cock, one hand on the glock
And I cant stop, wont stop, until I get it get it
Done shitted, called beef and dealt wit it
So forget it homes, Older Don is fully blown
Southbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chrome
Freaked off, like the illest porn
Pour heat, quick to swarm
We can get it on from dusk til dawn
Flows hot, yours lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bomb
See the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta...
[Chorus]
[Guru]
Underground rap king baby, word up, Im here to reign
Potential victims know my rep, they fear the pain
Emcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chains
Still get third degree burns from the severe flames
Aint nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bop
While you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lot
Cuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your block
Cuz some of yall are worse than bitches, and be talkin a lot
Cuz you still dont understand that Im iller than yall
And it aint just because I know more killers than yall
But because I know that half of yall aint willin to brawl
See me, Im quick to start it with you chicken-hearted
Fake hustlers, phony gangsters, whered you get your part at?
Some flick that you watched, or some legend you swept
Lets talk about some real shit, cuz theres paper to get
Time to turn this respect into cash and major checks
From NYC to Cali, flip the dough and invest
With my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tec
Only run with street soldiers and no pussy cadets
Cop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes
[Chorus]
Straight like that... ha
Baldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The Suspectz
Underground Connections baby...
[ Underground Connections Lyrics ]