"From the underground" (Scratched by DJ Premier)

[Verse 1]
Fuck all y'all bitches ass n***as from my heart
Everybody talkin' shit but nobody wanna start
Straight from QB, original shit starter
Welcome me back like Kotter
My three pound seven revolver
Make you part of the pavement quickly
Layin' there pool of blood ?? and graved in
Your forehead, your crew came but they all dead
They in the meat market chillin' with the boars head
Straight up and down I'm here to knock you out the box
Word to my pops, sell records like I sold rocks
Y'all bitch ass n***as I'll meet you at the top
Don't try to give me no love 'cuz my shits blazin' hot
Smack you with the mack, give you a speed knot
It be in the Source next issue, sayin' why I dissed you
Punk motherfuckers, y'all don't want the ruckus
So-called tough guys, I despise ya lies
I see it in ya eyes, you pussy and you frontin'
N***as smack ya moms you won't even do nothing

Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (?Word uuuuuppppp?)

[Verse 2]
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as, who want it?
Just say something so I can spray something
I seen 'em in they videos, with them silly hoes
Actin' like they boning 'em, they don't even be knowin' 'em
I'm ready to smack the dog shit out of 'em
I don't give a fuck if they going plat'num
My rhyme flat'num like a ton of bricks
And my duns roll, pullin' out all type of shit
'Bout time I flip, y'all n***as been livin' good
N***as gettin' paid to say "Fuck the hood"
No it's fuck you bitch ass n***a, ya heard?
If they get robbed and murdered, they deserve it
Fuck 'em, with no grease I hate 'em like I hate the po-lice
If I get the chance I'll crash they dome piece
You pink panty wearin' pussy fuckin' coward
All of the sudden all y'all n***as bout it bout it
N***as ain't even tryin' cop no brick
Ain't even tryin' worry about the cops and shit
N***as need to stop they shit, before they get slave whipped
N***as from the projects don't wanna hear that fake shit
Come with what you got to come with
And stop actin' like a little bitch
Screwball drops the illest shit
That's blessed the streets and all my sons
And for the rest of y'all n***as
From the top of my lungs, I scream
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where my thugs at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where the money at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where my thug chicks?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (?Word uuuuuppppp?)

Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where the Bridge at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Where 43rd at?)
Fuck all y'all bitch ass n***as (Screwball what)
Fuck all y'all BITCH ASS N***AZ

[Outro]
Word
QB shit (what?)
What, motherfucker
What, yeah
Screwball, Big Poet
Representin' QB, knowhasayin?
Underground represent forever (forever)
'Cuz them n***as like Primo (yeah)
Not none of y'all bitch ass n***as (bitch ass n***as)
Fuck 'em (it's QB forever n***a)