Block shit stay in the house when they set trippin' A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts California I ain
, They sniffin and kissin me, "wanna split with me? all in favor say yes, Is you is or is you aint my constituency?" Heimlich, all over tech n9ne dick
fucka Broke as a joke Don't hire me But you arrest me When I'm selling my dope So who's the einstein In n9ne n9ne Tech n9ne I'm crime mind In my prime
[Intro] Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne) Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, I'ma talk about my motha
prisoner where you hang ya hat imma roll around wit her in the trunk pumpin that tech n9ne slump till the little bitch faint collapse imma roll through topeka tecca n9
and we draggin actin brand new Actin like he never seen my face and I ain't got loot They know I'm Cash Image And I'm with Tech N9ne And fore the club
im sorry but I feel lower than low [Verse 2 - Tech N9ne] My smile is forced My style is warped Morale is corpse Now that my really good pound is torch
rolls down) Shit whats up mama how you doin? How yaa??ll doina??? Shit where you headin to baby? Shoot Ia??m just right up the street Right up the street shit
two chicks (tech n9ne) in my lou of caribou sick it's super-doo lips everybody in the party will lose it vodka and mountain dew is the new shit thanks
for meals Young thugs jumped blood Nigga itchin for kills Shit was real in the field, man This shit was too real Lost my homies to this shit, man This shit is for real
buku checks But he was not mentally stable the crew new tech As a phenomenon but karma wanna noose dude's necks Designer of death get to choose who's next Is it real
a hard MC and you got [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (hoooooo!) Cause rappin on planet Earth pays Smelling like versa (chaa) or is
ass I gotta grab (grab) Yo' shit I gotta stab (stab) I got my baby mama, (mama) You got your baby daddy (daddy) We got all night Look lil mama, get it right Yo' shit is
I promise, to be the best to mom ya us through get up at the dawn let tech spew flip it like an omelette ever since the calm bet you tech aint made
[Tech N9ne] This song is dedicated to Brian B'zl Dennis and all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians Real Riot Makers. This one right here's for the
mock my Shit is gonna be a slip knot ? We reign ?? Tech is coming way clean If you ain't Regime Then fuck ya! [Poppa L.Q.] We the real street criminals
: (Tech N9ne & Jamie Madrox) Who's the real killa? Who's the mother fucka ya love and I hate But in the midst will fuck with real millas Trust ya