Guru - Underground Connections (feat. Ice T & Suspectz) Lyrics
f/ Ice-T, Suspectz[*short movie sample*][Chorus: Guru]We got underground connections, the best onesNo stress son, come test son, you'll get doneWhen you be stickin out your chest sonUnderground connections, the best onesCome test son, you'll get doneSo don't be stickin out your chest son[Ice-T]So many thugs niggaz rappin bout they saw me sellin crack againCatch me at the Hard Rock, ballin at the MGM*****in it all, I blow a million on crapsDone spent a million on straps, so I'm heavily heatedNever had a ***** on yo' dick kid, though I know you need itMia keeps the mega hoes and hookers, you can't count the amountAnd kid them extra *****es in your video don't countI never lied on a record, I put that on my sonIf my niggaz caught me frontin, they've cut out my tongueWell connected baby ***** nigga, ya can't run farMy riders know where the little and the big cribs areIt ain't the funds ya got, but how long ya got itIt ain't the guns ya got, but how much ya shot itI'll look you deep in your eyes like I ain't never done a recordStep up all on ya ***** and have the hooker butt-nekkidWith the "knock-the-tooth-out-nigga", "blow-the-roof-out-nigga""*****-the-cops-with-thirty-men-and-shootout-nigga"If I was as hard as you sound, I'd be stuck deep in the holeStill when I mobs in the club, I have ya tuckin ya goldGrabbin ya hoes, lookin for emergency do'sEndin the shows, bodies on the disco flo's[Chorus][Sonny Blade]Yo, yoAs far as it go, ***** with fams, it's kilos to gramsThe circumstance, the way it's goin down, accordin to planThis gangsta hit, pissed off, Bacardi and shitRun the streets, bodying shit, anybody you witThinkin I'm Gotti and shit, ***** with anyone of them *****es you witPushin a six-hundred, wrist flooded with chipsFor those that don't know G, this nigga Sonny keeps it funkyI bet my life on it, you niggaz don't want itSpittin thirty-thirty, pushin J30's, you niggaz ain't worthyAcross the county, my Suspect niggaz surround meCome off it - *****in ya *****, whoever's closestI know about the dru-dugs, safe behind the portraitCrazy bank, livin it up, to make an estateYou ballin now, face down on the *****in floor nowSonny Blade got this hits locked down for daysI got the guns up, ready to run up startin my blaze[Chorus][Older Don]Yo, Suspectz, lock down blocks, run up in spots***** the cops, swervin on a belt in the dropBad *****, rubbin my *****, one hand on the glockAnd I can't stop, won't stop, until I get it get itDone shitted, called beef and dealt wit itSo forget it homes, Older Don is fully blownSouthbeach, buggy-eyed Jag, sittin on chromeFreaked off, like the illest pornPour heat, quick to swarmWe can get it on from dusk 'til dawnFlows hot, your's lukewarm - Flex gonna drop the bombSee the tattoos ingraved in the arm, this shit is gangsta...[Chorus][Guru]Underground rap king baby, word up, I'm here to reignPotential victims know my rep, they fear the painEmcees think they runnin things cuz they wear the chainsStill get third degree burns from the severe flamesAin't nuttin changed kid, I still walk with a bopWhile you wanna be punks, be lookin awkward a lotCuz I make the spot hotter than the cops on your blockCuz some of y'all are worse than *****es, and be talkin a lotCuz you still don't understand that I'm iller than y'allAnd it ain't just because I know more killers than y'allBut because I know that half of y'all ain't willin to brawlSee me, I'm quick to start it with you chicken-heartedFake hustlers, phony gangsters, where'd you get your part at?Some flick that you watched, or some legend you sweptLet's talk about some real shit, cuz there's paper to getTime to turn this respect into cash and major checksFrom NYC to Cali, flip the dough and investWith my Underground Connect, Iceberg pass the tecOnly run with street soldiers and no ***** cadetsCop millinneum jewels and you still shop for bagettes[Chorus]Straight like that... haBaldhead Slick.. Ice-T.. The SuspectzUnderground Connections baby...
