Tha Underworld
Title | Tha Underworld |
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Artist | Arabian Prince |
Album | Where’s My Bytches |
Release Date | 1993 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1] Yeah...! Now, the story unfolds with a stupid motherfucker Runnin' from the Underworld, you know he's going under One life to live, and he's thrown it in the gutter You think he's gonna live? (Hell no, mothafucka!) Now we got him running, you know we're coming And now we're gunning to get the motherfucker, and he's done in Play for second and you might miss the contact (contact) And then your ass, talla [?] brother, gets smoked like that Not watching his back while he's getting paid Ended up taking a loss in the drug raid From a brother he usеd to know Used to trust with his money, now the brothеr takes a full cut He never thought he'd get smoked by his own kind Livin' a life of a fool, he's now a victim of crime Wishin' he could take it all back, but he can't Because he lived in the Underworld [Interlude] Hello? You have reached the 911 emergency hotline Come on, come on! To call the answer to any inordinacy, do not hang up Oh man... [Verse 2] Now, the Underworld, don't get me wrong, is long and strong And if you're not careful, you'll be singing a sad song Thinking about all the mess you've got yourself into And now you're finito, trying to make amend to What? You really don't have a clue 'Cause robbing motherfuckers is what you do And if you didn't, yo, you'd be living in the street Sleeping in a box, while you're beggin' for something to eat And now the days get longer and longer While your pain gets stronger and stronger And your mind explodes in an overload While your brain gets stuck in a gank mode And all you think about doin' is a crime or two Steal a car or two, so they pay you Grip, to do a time after time Now you're back, yo, committing a crime In the Underworld You might also like[Interlude] Living in the Underworld A mind like a motherfucking filth Every man for himself Only the strong survive... [Verse 3] So you see, it's all about money (snacks) It don't matter where you're from, but I find somethin' funny Why the hell they hiding in majorities? And the only people going to jail are minorities It makes me sick to see the sight (no right) Of young brother on the ground, faced down with a search light He don't even fit the color Of the one who pulled the job, but I bet he'll suffer Be nothing but a number (number) And the one who pulled the job, gets a way to do another But there's nothing you can do Just hope, that the Underworld never wants to get you So maybe now you see the light (get it right) And don't stereotype, good or bad, or even black or white 'Cause you might come home one night And the one you trusted the most, may take your life [Interlude] – Ey boy, what you doin' in my stuff? – Dad, what are you doin' home? – Better yet, what are you doing with my money, and my gun? – Dad, I need the money! I won't hurt you, just leave me alone – Im'ma hurt YOU if you don't give me that gun, boy! – Stay back! – Im'ma whoop you, boy! – Stay back! – Im'ma whoop you, boy! – Stay back! – Gimme- give it- give it back! – No, no... [gunshot] [Outro] 'Cause he lived in the Underworld... Yeah, 'cause he lived in the Underworld... Yeah, 'cause he lived in the Underworld... – And that's it for sports! Back to you, Mike – Thanks, Todd. An update on our earlier story An emotionally disturbed youth in a parent robbery attempt on his father was accidentally shot, when his father confronted and tried to disarm him The youth was transported to Martin Luther King Hospital, where he was pronounced dead on arrival And that's it for us, up next: the Just Bob Show |