Underground Slang - DFC, MC Breed

Big city lights, big city name

Where the only thing you know is the dope-dealing game

Makin that money just as fast as you can

And this pride is yours in bein a (dopeman)

Rollin big cars and carryin big knots

Niggas pushin Benzes with the drop-tops

Bitches all around, all over the place

Eyes open wide for a sap to chase

They just lookin for a fool to pay the rent

But bitch, you’re dead wrong, you won’t get a cent

Girlies out there, they don’t know my name

MC Breed and that’s me and that’s one and the same

I went from pushin ki’s of pure d caine

To writin def lyrics for the Underground Slang

(Money bustin out my socks) -→Kool G Rap

The U-n-d-e-r-ground

Punk, don’t make a sound

DFC comin through like: move!

Cause ain’t shit for my posse to prove

Poppin caps don’t matter, brain cells scatter

We head away on a 20 ft. ladder

Free as a bird, time to pass go The posse break out, and T’s drivin real slow

Lights start flashin all in my face

Red said Fuck it, and began to race

Went 20 miles up, ridin through

T looked at me, said (peep the gas tank)

To hell with it, pull on the side of the road

Get our of your jeep!

— man, you are cold

I yelled out the roof: Fuck you hoes!

We paid 20 grand for bullet-proof windows

2 ounces of dope in my fix-a-flat

2 rounds of ammo for my personal gat

Killed a 8 Ball, I’m ready to go The sounds of flashing nine made my blood flow

(*shots*)Jumped on the roof and sprayed the beamlight

20 dead cops who ain’t nothin nice

People don’t know us, and they call us a gang

But we fo’raw niggas from the Underground Slang

The Underground Slang

Man… cold 40s, man

Lay back, uknowmsayin?

…some of these girlies out there, uknowmsayin?

The homie Red, uknomsayin

Cash T, Technology, me MC Breed

The whole DFC posse, uknowmsayin?

Standin for the 'Dope Force Connection'

Peace