Underground Vet
[Intro: Bukshot]
Knife (knife)
In your neck (neck)
Know you fucking (fucking) with some vets (vets)
Life (life)
You could bet (bet)
We gonna fall one day but not yet, we some vets (vets)
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Take a trip with the Weirdo and the murderi (murderi)
Straight vet, underground certified (certified)
Been dropping hip-hop since the nineties (nineties)
With the force of mob-style right behind me (behind me)
Wicked G shit, said I'd never be shit (be shit)
Never backed down, put that on Jesus (Jesus)
Seen the rise of many rappers like the sun
Watch 'em fall quicker than a coward when he runs (when he runs)
Stay true to my fans they help carry me, through bad times when life became harrowing
Master of the hustle, David Carradine
Getting under haters skin like Christmas caroling
Here's a message to me rivals (rivals)
Revenge is coming, I put that on the Bible (Bible)
Cause y'all bitches been talking too much
Keep it real, lately y'all've been looking like lunch
I'm a vet
[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm an underground vet you could bet
No matter what they say I'ma always be a threat (be a threat)
It's always rated hate but we still here (still here)
We still here
I'm an underground vet you could bet
No matter what they say I'ma always be a threat (be a threat)
It's always rated hate but we still here (still here)
We still here (still here)
[Verse 2: Boondox]
This one here for a certain group of people
I've been watching always peeking through the peephole
See you talking hear the whispers in the wind yo
Y'all throwing rocks from behind a fucking window
Rookie-ish from a seventh round pick who gotta talk shit just to get a few clicks
Cause your music don't hit, looking forward to cheap heat
I'm rocking stages while you're sitting in the cheap seats
See I've been at this for a very long minute
Check all of my numbers, I ain't gotta fucking spin it
I ain't got a fucking limit, bitch I'm still going strong
Keep dropping hits, while your shit's barely songs
I'm a top dawg, an underground veteran, student of the wicked shit, horrorcore l let it in and
Take a knee and let me show you how it's done
Y'all try to crawl and I'ma show you how to run
[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm an underground vet you could bet
No matter what they say I'ma always be a threat (be a threat)
It's always rated hate but we still here (still here)
We still here
I'm an underground vet you could bet
No matter what they say I'ma always be a threat (be a threat)
It's always rated hate but we still here (still here)
We still here (still here)
[Verse 3: Bukshot]
Soldier mentality, I done told 'em all (told 'em all)
Bukslap's coming through like a bowling ball (ball)
Same label same skull, I'm still there
Got a hater tied up to the kill chair
No fucks ever given, not once
Not giving first down so your team best punt
You won't see me stop running till the finish like (finish line)
Till the bag is in my hand bitch I'm getting mine
[Verse 4: Boondox]
Number one selected, I'm a first-round draft pick
Spitting titanium, you're coughing up plastic
I've been grinding since before cellphones
Motorola too, weigh Pager on loan
Listen hard or catch a throwback fade
Slap ya back to the nineties till you grow back braids
Fucking with the OG, grab ya by the goatee
Been beneath the streets, acting like you don't know me
[Chorus: Bukshot]
I'm an underground vet you could bet
No matter what they say I'ma always be a threat (be a threat)
It's always rated hate but we still here (still here)
We still here (still here)
I'm an underground vet you could bet
No matter what they say I'ma always be a threat (be a threat)
It's always rated hate but we still here (still here)
We still here (still here)