Kingpin Skinny Pimp
From Da Underground Remix

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground
From the underground
From the underground
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From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It ain't no love for them bitches, it ain't no love to gangs
Steppin' on top pimpin', I'm never slippin'
I'm just controllin' your brain
I gotta make my cheese, got bosses
Stealin' killin' at will real for the hustlers
See the life I live, caps must be peeled
Cause the streets is filled with bustas
I'm runnin' the lap wit the gat in my lap, cuz there's money to makin' these bitches are breakin'
The n***as they dyin' before they get grown
Where half the time, these bullets will take they dome
So I sleep with the chrome, When I'm in that zone
Or fry that light green, big blunts be blown
We livin' up in a big mansion diggin' on bitches as my condom caught the nut, I use two, cuz we fuckin' on some pussy ho
Cal. I brought, but I got it on safety
I'm 'bout to watch out for these bitches
Cause they quick to put a click, bitch can't fade this
Skinny Pimp my name, We stick up
We serving up bitches on your curb, we hurting, murdering bitches that cross out the family hoe ain't nothing changed
This course is out for them hoes that wanna run the track
Summarize this coughin' bitch and recognize a real mack
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the underground
From the underground
From the under-
From the under- under- underground
Under- Under- Underground

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
N***a, fuck your mama, she should’ve wore a condom
Pull up in that 'Rari, burnin' off this rubber
N***as undercover, so you know I can’t trust them
I be smokin' earth, boy, you be smokin' bubba
The bitch like Benihana's, took that bitch to McDonald's
I got plenty condoms and I got plenty commas
If you want some beef, boy, I won't be your farmer
I might be your father, ball like Penny Hardaway
Judge tryna lock me up