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, n***a 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 n***a 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!