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Tech Nine Here I Come

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke and I choke, and I creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop

can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got

rest Im a nervous reck, I walk with stress I used to walk around with a tech, but nowadays I be like fuck it dawg You fuck wit me I gots to fuck wit yall

ya, With the rhyme rules I crash ya, leave ya like a carwreck, Then I give you the tribute to the Rippa Tech, And I slash ya, afta, I'm so glad your

?s loaded Hatin' get yo grill exploded, quick, severed The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber I never knew that, but who's that, an' next I

I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared

dude I'd rather touch you (Terror Squad, Facemob) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Cash Money Millionaires, come on) I'd rather touch you (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I

right here, here, yeah, yeah Cause if it's on then it's on, If you want it then come on If you want beef its right here, here, yeah, yeah If you want

they pissed, I'm eternally ripped, and after that I'm fuckin' a bitch I've been doin' this shit for 10 years! And I'm still here! No I ain't goin' noware