Big T - Year of the Underdawgs lyrics

[Hook: Big T] f** y'all, I'm staying on my job Its the Big T, putting it down with the Maab f** y'all, I know you gon hate For the ones who talking down, we keep putting it in your face f** y'all, you boppers and gold diggers We some million dolla n***as, you never gon get us f** y'all, I know you boys heard The year of the underdawg, and we repping the Dirty Third [Z-Ro] Lately I've been losing my composure, the soldier in me is raging I got a f**ed up attitude, and I punish a punk if he misbehaving Like I'm taking names, when it get a little more deeper Z-Ro the Crooked taking aim, point blank range, hit a n***a in the brain Is it ever gon stop hell naw, shouldn't even have to tell y'all, but if One of y'all run up on anybody, Guerilla Maab and people gon smell y'all Cause I don't give a f** about you, when I bust I'm trying To knock a chunk up out ya, hit a motherf**er in the middle of the ring Left right combos, pre punk up out you, ahh b**h all cats Don't want no beef, f**ing with me, and the Guerilla M double A-B Haters sprinkle S-L-A-T, but we steady stack E-N-D's Out on the block or up in the sto', raw like salt that's up in your nose A gangsta I suppose, and until my eyes close f** y'all [Hook] [Dougie D] f** y'all f** you, and everything that you stand fo' I'm a motherf**ing P-I-M-P, Dougie D all I want is the cash flow From the front to the back do', I'll straight up slide a hoe all up out my pesos Sparkle weaving all these fake hoes, leaving hatas so sh** I'll shake those Feel that man they can get back wanna rip that, four five k**ing all chit chat Man I live a life long straight do' flat, come roll with me so its like that Everyday all day, representing for the dirty third, f** what a Motherf**er heard, swift flyer than a bird, a n***a swang and a n***a swerve Indeed I love to smoke my weed, stimulate my M-I-N-D But these hatas always up on my meat, so I gotta stay up on my P's Put it down with my partna Big T, representing hard in the Southside streets We gon continue to smash for the trash, and the white folks what y'all thinking [Hook] [Trae] Repping the Dirty Third, we in the four do' Coupe coming up on the curb And fin to fly to the South like a heard of birds, and anybody talking down Better watch they words, 'fore I touch a n***a nerve And if another one of you motherf**ers wanna get stoled on Better hold on 'fore I roll on, with a right hand that'll do a n***a so wrong It'll be known for some of y'all to move on, we still always and forever Guerillas that mob and I'm the lieutenant, stand down back down And get a n***a smacked down, into the ground you feel me now Thinking I don't know that y'all hating on us, while your other Motherf**ers be waiting on us, and changing on us Debating on us, and all of that hate only made a n***a tough, f** being down We ain't going back broke I'ma cope anyone that Trae'd never smoke Any one of these hoes going against the Maab, on the mic you better Get a day job, we ain't having it motherf**er better know we talented Any way I'ma damage it, savage it, when we come Through the do', we ramming it [Hook - 2x]