Lyrics:
givin' you a hard time about it, you know what I'm sayin'? (laughs)
Ey yo, it's just some lingo, though, Tech N9ne lingo, you know what I'm sayin?
My
(Nigga, Midwest Choppers)
I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
Cause I'm running
the request line
And just say TECH N9NE!
They call me Tecca Nina, that be my nick name
I often wreck arenas, most of em chicks man
Spoil us wit checks and visa,
N9ne was killing the wordplay
While Red and Meth taught me how to blaze
I would run 'em up with Busta Bust
Turned up in my fucking truck and spit like
should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just lie?
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I'm not into
Quick better tell all your friends
It's Potluck and Tech N9ne rockin' again
And we rockin M-O with Krizz Kaliko
His flow is so cold, gotta go gold
show love 'till I'm blown
Up and my ass gets signed
You don't wanna rep Lo Key 'till I
Go get dicked by Tech N9ne
You aren't underground bitch you're
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Strange Music!)
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (New shit!)
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Tech N9ne
But that ain't important to me, I don't need subjects to serve
You up a Smorgasbord of hot rhymes
Know that I can't compare to Tech N9ne
But since we're
the game, you bang
You druggin', touchin' everything, you lame?
Sucka, you cannot sustain the rain
Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this
Balla nigga, Strange
up the screen to a thousand degrees!
When it comes to degrees
You can actually check mine
Strange is dishing out the best
Rhymes since Tech N9ne!
You
This is your biAnnotateg homie Bryan B Shynin from Hot 103 Jams, host of underground heat
This next one is called "Paper", from that Tech N9ne
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus
Come ease us we really need to be free from evil deeds
Plus negros, hide in thee weeds
N9ne who y'all ain't fucking with
Y'all can't fuck wit' us
No! No! No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit' us
No! No! No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit' us
a homicide
So I dipped across the
Street and started walkin
But I heard Tech N9ne playin
And her horn honkin there she was in a
Corolla with bloodshot eyes
I
it up with Tech N9ne, nigga, who gon' stop me?
Niggas know I'm mobbin'
Niggas know I'm not playin'
What's her name, what's her name? Could it be
(yeah)
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you but you already know who
la maschera da uomo, sono Reptile
Hi-tech, young veg
Alta scuola, Senpai
Rap live, raffiche di Tech N9ne, death line
Sto con 2P pochi ma buoni, voi
and Tech N9ne you know that we are too strange
Let's go
Coming through the do', hella fast, never slow
Got the cash, and the pedal to the flo'
Let's go
N9ne
Thank you, Teremana
One take, that's a wrap
Face off, mm
tripping
I ain't in the mood nah
Y'all ain't really about this life
Took a couple notes from Tech N9ne
Young nigga got the best rhymes
Don't run your
who likes to learn shit
I almost left tonight to slide to her crib
Till she ask me what Tech
N9ne is like in person (I've never met him)
I got head
Tech N9ne its a habit got to stab it I'm a savage hound
She devils are incredible out for thy dough
When the ??? is grille, X and tapes of Tae-Bo, yo
come on everybody ooohh!
Done dealer tech n9ne, ron ron, got these chicks waving they hands in the air like they pom-poms.
Pop the military mind it
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