Lyrics:
With the Master Gee it's all the way live
At the age of six I was a picking up sticks
Rapping to the beat my stick was fixed
At the age of seven I was
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
and clear spots like Sea Breeze
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Twenty four seven while
My crew chin check your profile
(Rollin)
I'm the master
, Check two
Live in the house
MC Shy D's gonna ride on out
Oh yeah
Back for the 9 to 5
Shy D's in the house and I'm about to get live
So ladies, get
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six,
five,four, three, two, one
I like to play
I like to game
I push the button
and they're not in panic
we come
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
Carabou Lee
I love you very much
This is the Tech N9ne experience
Dipped out the Ex house
It's right around two
Off to Westport to kick it with
'll never be lonely
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Unloading on a track race car with engine revving
Truth thats as sharp as a razor by mennen
Believe in Jesus you're my dog
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
chronically murder you and your crew
My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give
Step
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
two-step, or three-step, or four-step, or five
This is for the people gettin' live
This one got them fallin' off them bar stools, gettin' to the dance floor
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I
friends and my crew
Makes it definitely special (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew love I spit two at every few
if you was there, then you know that we got buck
So now you know, I gotta say what's up
To Big Daddy Kane, 3rd Bass and KMD
MC Lyte, 2 Live
and Brodinski collaboration contains low bass frequencies
That may have an alarming effect on your mechanoreceptors
These lyrics by Tech N9ne may cause
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up you're house
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