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Underground Hustle Posse Track Lyrics by Choppa Clique

2014

[Intro]
I welcome you all
Together we stand, united we fall
[Verse 1: D-Spillz]
Welcome to the motherfucking underground hustle
Where we all shine nigga, and we still struggle
With the fans, a stand, a slam a jam
You shoulda rock it down the block
With the bam da bam
You hear it bumping down the freeway
Headed to the next side of town, steady sniffin' popping droppin' the CA
Canada, shout out to France and the homie "Tuff lah"
'Cause he mixes up the beats mane
Sending out a shoutout to the one and one PTB
For putting murder music cracking on the streets mane
Another shoutout to the BMD cause they hungry and they at us So you know they gonna eat mane
We don't need fame, but it sure be nice
To get a little bit of change
And get the fuck up out the street life [?] be right
One time, for the homies at the deranged house
[?] keep it banged out
Yung dro vids, always running out of biz
What it is, cause the fuckers, the juggalos and the strange crowd
Making the noise and I'm hearing 'em all
Cause they my boys and they ready to roll
I see the voice so bury a hoe
And let 'em know, it's the way I flow
And this underground shit don't go
[Verse 2: K-fix]
When you fuck with the best we chopping it better than the family from the underground Krucafix
And my poppers ripping from the Choppa Clique
Stepping up to the mic felling like I could unload on the carpet and there no
You stopping this verbal apocalypse and I promise we the hottest to drop one in the metropolis wonder where they been
But I'm popping when I'm dropping this
Hopping up in the booth and I'm rocking a hustle
[Verse 3: Sevidemic]
C-C-Coming I'ma bury this hustle underground like carry it
Sevidemic in for the move
C-C-Counter monouver ground the amount up sick
Mind murdering this time louder!
Veracity D-D-Death to anyone costing me (Sick)
We all should be cool Double-M-S-Double-M- We rule
Got 'em they call me a problem with this zombie shit
Well, fuck them, if they rock with it we could all be rich
My limit isn't the f-frickeng same as these haters got
I-I might [?] ith these fake teen tater tots
[Verse 4: Choppie Chopp]
Chopping 'cause we vintage, we gonna leave a nigga missing
When you messing with the Clique we beginning Armageddon!
Competition got us sleeping with the fishes
And I'ma about to loose it riding with the Murder Musick
Leave yo' brain oozing out the side of yo' face 'bout to battle bringing more pain out
Kinda safe at yo' house? You ain't safe at yo' house!
Bitch, you wake up duct tapped up know you think you got fucked!
Oh when you right here wanna press yo luck? Riding all green down here
Like a john deer on a mission for the buck [?] Chop Chop 'em up then I get a [?]
Get the auto and a semi when I'm rollin' through the city
And I smoke another stickey with a wad full of fifties
And a bitch [?] Under Ground Hustle!
[Verse 5: Oly ghost]
Props to grind, props to the hustle
Steady get mine, you I got too
Rap get grime, you know get cool
I'm so long, you rap imposters
Shout out to the BMD
Shoutout to the double CC
Murder music in this beast
I double ll u m n i t
Yah we're rocking, smashing beats
Illumin west, illumin east
Props to the struggle, we must eat
Oly ghost, yeah, that's me
Grind and grit that's in my teeth
Props the brain (Brain-brain)
Props to the game
Props to lanes that spread my name
Laugh my ass all the way to the bank
[Verse 6: Twisted Rob]
Are you ready ready ready for the independant movement
You just found the underground time to get to brewing
Working with the dopest music, really wanna get down
Step forth and prove it, shout-out to the Choppa Clique
And every motherfucker on it that's chopping shit
[?] when we're rocking it
On the grind with the rhymes like Apocalypse
Bringing everyone down from the clouds, make 'em bounce
With an ounce, lock 'em out
When I'm on the track (Killer)
Clever with the sickest spitters in the motherfucking game
And that's a fact
From the firing squad it's been a bit quick
Twistid sick in the the motherfucking bitch, y'all
Forgot about the introduction, go ahead and let it be known
I'm Twistid Rob!
[Verse 7: Mister Hyde]
Introduction it's glorious Hyde Hiroshima be the name i'm insane in the brain put your flows down the drain back the way that you came out the game out my face out of sight out of mind out of mine on the grind bout to show this world it's truely is defined and predesigned
Walk this line and straight up murdering these bars
And every line I'm all the time apocalyptic, cataclysmic
Check it's delicious so I eat it
Yeah, I'm dinning like a dinosaur would eat it
Try to learn this rhyme on high speed
But that's unlikely, I'm to grimey can out shine me
Undefeaded with that beastmode division family
I'm rippin' 'cause we brainsick
Architects 'bout to go re-create the matrix
Amazing the way that we taking the same to rearrange it
Erase all these claims and all who fake and replace them
With grace 'cause you ain't shit that ancients who's power flow I sacred
Life is what you make it
[Verse 8: Chucc Dizzle]
IIm a underground moster killing for real concealing these choppers!
Killing it for real, when I'm gripping the steel
Holding it down for the Illuminati watchers, now watch us!
Choppa Clique you hear the momevent we brainsick with this Murder Musick!
My choppers stay popping the blunt 'cause we knockers
'Cause we locking and loading this verbal abuse
Sheeeit but you know the drill [?] cold for real [?] chill
Take a pill motherfucker and be ripping up the scene with the Chopper Clique
On some underground posse monster shit going against these titans you
Ain't stopping this!
[Verse 9: Smoov Wooz]
[?]
[Verse 10: Bonez]
[?]
[Verse 11: Playboy The Beast]
This be the pinnacle, I'm rapping to the death of me
Better than they will ever be
Never me and my pentagree
As the speed kamikaze got the fan though
Nigga get to chopping and spitting quicker than lambo's
Fucking with the homie and [?] throw those hands bro
[?] manhole
I be moving keys, I'm not talking about pianos
I'm certain straight killer, so anybody wanna battle?
You don't really wanna fuck with the king of Colorado
If you down with this movement, we down with you too

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