U.G.P (Underground Professionalz) - Foul Science lyrics

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U.G.P (Underground Professionalz) - Foul Science lyrics

"And this is only the beginning" Yeah UGP Foul Science [Verse 1 - Nickles:] Yo as the night darkens, the moon shines and wovles barking Bums drinkin' booze, phenes hit the pipes sparkin' We hustle the blocks, but watch for the D's hawkin' They call us creeps, so move with proceesed caution Goons, creaps, thugs, and freaks Heroin, crack, dope, meth, X, and lee Just a peek of the life on these New York streets Pay homage to the [??], your life deceased And peace to the real f**er, die if you fake And stand tall, to all my dudes locked in a cage Caught in a blaze, back track, I mastered the craft I spit and talk about the things I've seen in my past At last I've seen a vision and followed it with precision Won't stop 'till my soulless vision will drop you to devil's prison My intuition dig deep into where we live in So forget the wife, friends and may continue my mission [Scratched Hook:] Days are shorter, nights are colder. Feeling like life, life is over - [4X] These snakes strike like a cobra [Verse 2 - Pot Bull:] Yo be quiet son, I think this mothaf**a right here Dark forces turn your dreams into bloody nightmares Streets fear no man in this Milky Way Twist blades, skin fades and you piss away It don't matter, brain matter gonna splatter the door I got the option, to blow the f**in' brain on the floor I call out to Ev and even knock on her door I'm on the porch, shut the lights off and crack my jaw Turn the lights on, she soaked in blood and snot We got cops runnin' numbers and patrollin' the blocks It's hot like butane, over a 1000 degrees While they rollin' with the sleeves up and burnin' these trees At ease, we can't do it cause I'm trapped in hell Another day, another body on a locked in cell And raise hell, like Satan on the day that he fell With the virgin Mary s**in' dick and sniffin' a rail [Scratched Hook] [Verse 3 - Diabolic:] Another day another body droppin' Papparazzi clockin' life in the fast lane I'll run in Maserati's [???] Got me plottin' on somebody poppin' oxycottin Watchin' how it leaves him shakin' like Muhammed Ali boxing Boxed in by cops, shotties co*k shots like Bobby Johnson To get me out the show, they got me locked in quick as Johnny Cauchran Free like Olly olly Oxen,I'm insane I want John McCain and Obama slained like Saddam Hussein Watch 'em hang as warn and tellin' haters My back's against the wall like callin' corners in an elevator Excelorator to the floor of this Ford Bring the war to your door like it's Normandy shores Diabolic, make you superstitious like some voodoo witches With politicians hangin' off in verti crucifixes Stupid b**hes, I'll be laughin' before I just shatter your jaw, like it ain't matter at all [Scratched Hook]