Lyrics:
Success is my reality
Spend time on the court be sweaty
Enjoy the ring and champagne party
Can't dunk from the free-throw line
Then spend more time
Like
priceless nigga
You understand me? Either you wit us, or you ain't wit us
Either you in the huddle or ya out da huddle
Either you ride or pass and fly by
Will have you stuck
From Cloverdale and you in luck
Gotta party pack big sack
Roll the dice this a head crack
Lay the wood she throw it back
Don't worry
The rap cuisine, I crack a raw egg and flex
I cave in your chest, this one came from the 'jects
Yeah, the cause and effect make innocent blood pour
drug industry
Combinin' H2O with matter from crack batter
Residue molecules scatter
Launchin' rockets to make the pocket fatter
Mind brighter than
[Verse 1: Chingy]
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop
Chingy Jackpot, "pop" like a crack spot
Ladies on the strip, keep me with a fat knot, 'Lac drop
Rag top on the jag drop, uh
Phat stop you know that's hot,
first
Messages encoded from the crypt
Been a century since I seen my enemies
Tryna take my energy
Brain matter splatter on your girl
John F kennedy
I am
what, razor blade cut from
your neck to your gut
Have no shackle
Easy for me to tackle
Best to watch back 'cause my razor sharp style
grapples MC's
With
Definition of a hustler
If a nigga try me ima bust him
You ain't slanging shit you a customer
IMB we the front runners
Rocket launcher I don't tussle
nikes, sub-par psyches
Fill the mental cracks, this perfect timing
Only come from practice, silver lining
I'm not worried bout no status, no rust with us
she liked how I think
(Neki)
We met at a party on a summer night
She wore a dress that was red and white
I was amazed by her, she was so bright
She
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
on your booty, shawty
Please don't try to move me, shawty
I'm trying to be in the life of the party
Shawty, shawty
Can you feel it? I want to know!
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
a couple racks in my pocket, that's a rap
Going to a club and its a rooftop party
Really am excited that I really went and partied
People got soo wasted that
mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live
[intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu
unprepared
Who would tell it how it really was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
with a stick fuck a stock clip
Like I was from Houston how I'm chillin with the rockets
Talking all the shit lil homie we gone pop it
Do it on my I don't
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
read the bible and apply the gospel
Faithful boy, this fire from Yahusha, boy
And I won't sell my soul to your homie boy
I turn the party up, like
Don't slow y'a roll, go fast make it dribble dribble,
Type to make a dog wanna snack on that kibble
Get smacked off the crack and come back with
into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret, or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get
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