[Hook x2]
Underground
We (x4) the future
I dispose all your co-sh**
50 shots lying in your way like..
Ima put you down
[Verse 1: Eminem]
They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
sh**, basically they're just playing sick
They ain't sh**, they ain't saying sh**, spray em 50
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me
And turn this day into f**ing mayhem, you staying with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message? Am I getting through to you?
You know what's coming, you motherf**ers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f** do you got?
You got the realest and illest k**ers tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap sh**, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothing like surviving a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot
sh** what you know about d**h threats, cause I get a lot
[Hook x2]
Underground
We (x4) the future
I dispose all your co-sh**
50 shots lying in your way like..
Ima put you down
[Verse 2: DMX]
What they don't know is!
The bullsh**, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (uhh!)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!)
The projects, the d** (uhh!), the children, the thugs
(uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!)
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!)
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!)
The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
(whoo!) The snakes, the gra**, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!)
The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!)
[Hook x2]
Underground
We (x4) the future
I dispose all your co-sh**
50 shots lying in your way like..
Ima put you down
[Verse 3: Game]
G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton
Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin'
Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin'
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A b**h With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To f** Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My f**ing Chain
Don't Be Mad Cuz Your b**h Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West