U.G.P (Underground Professionalz) - Game for yearz lyrics

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U.G.P (Underground Professionalz) - Game for yearz lyrics

"We want one thing. We declare our rank on this earth, to be a man, to be a human being, to be respected as a human being, to be given the rights of a human being. In this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into existence, by any means necessary." [Hook:] 4X [I've] been in this game for years, it made me an uh I may be an animal,It's rules to this sh** I wrote me a manual 3X [I've] been in this game for years, it made me an uh It's rules to this sh** I wrote me a manual [Verse 1:Diabolic] Read the prophecy, I believe the streets are watchin' me Like police with a warrant to search and seize my property The demon side of me exhales a breath of smoke When I fill the beat in my chest like a stethascope, check my pulse My neck is broke from the weight that's on my shoulder blades And I'll hold the rage close, 'till I go from broke to paid Seen the coldest days, how life came and life changed Broke the mold, told Satan my soul's out his price range I'm prone to violence if a soldier broke the code of silence Shed an ultraviolet, 'till you open both your eyelids I've been nice since your mama made you rock pajamas You's was playin' cops and robbers, tell your team not to bother I'll chop ya rock star imposters, pa** the actors That I smash and fracture up inside a trash compactor Ain't no manufactured rapper for the industry The simple sh** I spit for free will let me live in infamy [Hook] [Verse 2:Nickles] Nowadays the games kind of f**ed up in the rap gallery Head honchos are calling the game of casualties So I load up the pump, pop and clickin' mallory Natural born k**er, coming thru with my armory Wat up, yo it's Nicks, walk ya pop like a tray 8 <--(?) Rock the spot doc, make it hotter than hell's gates Po-Po on the seen, I'll be alley like eight eights <--(?) f** the case, f** the jake, I'll bluff with a straight face No time to get locked up, it's time to replaced, so Tighten your lace, prepare for the worst To all you weak MC's, I'mma take you to church Rap is my weapon, leave you in the back of a hearse Rap's been in my veins, since the day of my birth Took it in with the first deep breath on the earth Been in the game, so fall back, you're gonna get hurt Sign, Nicks mothaf**as, yo I put in my work [Chours] [Verse 3:Pot Bull] I've been in this game for years, I think I'm losing my mind I tried too many times, but they just too blind to see me Believe me, it's the sk**s that you're lackin' Your bones crackin', and you ain't packin' no pistols I'll whip you, slick your girl up like Crisco And switch flows, you don't want to dance at this disco b**h ho, that's what you are to me Pardon me, but your rhymes styles is garbage B I'm retarded, I'm startin' the f**in' revolution I'm pollutin', start movin' your neck to the sound that be oozin' out the speakers Leaders of blood get spilled out the tweet As my sneakers placed on your grill Everytime I'll rip the mic line, I'm devine Light shine, in hindsight, vision don't pay it no mind I told y'all, I run with a sick team And this beat chopped up like lettuce and swiss cheese [Hook]

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