Tha Underworld

[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

[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