This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters, this is for the killers, this is for the drillers
Bang
I wake up in the morning, drunk and belligerent
An asshole, real inconsiderate
Grew up in a foster home with no dad
Peace and studio was all I had
I'ma get rich or die trying
For 50 cent, I'll sling the iron
In middle school, I was selling that rat
You try to run, get shot in the back
My cousin Cory, he finna blow
I got the white like it's finna snow
No talking, I just cocking
And you pump brakes like the lights for the chain
Window, nigga, f*ck your hero
I bring the heat like Rapping De Niro
I'm getting high in a coffee shop
And if you talk shit, nigga, of course he pop
This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs, thugs, thugs
This is for the shooters, this is for the killers, this is for the drillers
Bang
Suck my dick