Lyrics:
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get laid down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed clown
Lines like sprayed rounds
with me
Even Tech 9s leave a N***a red Like trippie
Get these bitches on the speedy
Speed dials For a rap N***a Trynna challenge
Me bitch I got em
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
times)
[Tech N9ne]
When I was 5 years old
I relized there was a road
At the end, will I get
Pots of gold
Kidergarden teacher knew I was impossible
96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted
So you know you got to go when tech n9ne give you this track
So I call on krizz, rittz and prozak, let's go!
(here we go again! haha! hey tech,
[Verse-2: Tech N9ne]
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not
with automatic jack clause
[Mack 10]
I get full of their s*** and take flight on these n****s
`Bout to show these so-called
Wig-splitters
aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yo
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang
sipping on sprite
Get fly like a kite
Throwing that money I'm throwing my life
I take that nine and I
I take that nine and I'm going berserk
I take that
I'm doing just fine
Yuh, 1-9-9-9
I been in my room all day woke up like I don't know what time it is
I'm gonna be on top so soon I'm blowing up like
Marj said be home by 9
No way can I let that slide
We stay lit on these sides
I don't know what you think this is (Lol)
PG no guidance needed (None)
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
dunk on these bitches
Pull out this stick n***a go get him
N****s is wicked, giggling like bitches
I don't hang with these n****s, cause n****s is
hardy hardy hardy hardy hardy hardy hardy
[Tech N9ne]
Life's a bianca, so me and Cali create the Funkra
Don't interput me during me mantra
Hunts for
like my nigga say
depending on a nigga gets a nine in my back
so hey I got my own back fade nigga
(chorus)
(Devil)
yeah depending on a nigga gets a nine
the slums that don't change nothin
Yeah I'm Priscilla's son came up slangin somethin
& its F.A.M.G. if we bangin somethin
Rackets on me nigga run n tell dat
Yeah you know it's a messy magnet
9 millimetre this glizzy
I get to bussin I feel dizzy
In the bando with Lizzy
These last two months it's been busy
are you riding for
I told you, baby, for the nine, of course
But hold on, baby, I don't ride by force
I'm sorry, I declined your calls
And trust me, I
JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
I’m way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Away don't talk to the stranger
I'm still real and I always have
We getting money n*gga
We getting bread
We getting bands
We dropping cash
Make em walk it out
We don't do drive bys
But we do walk downs
We in our
just want to sell record you don't want warfare
You don't want to ride you want to get rich and hide
These n****z would've died if they shot me nine
Imma God my N***a
I don't give a fuck
What them Motherfucka' talking Bout
Imma God my N***a
I'm underrated, uncongratulated
Don't hop up on my
the nine when I ride (when I ride)
Don't sleep
Blowin' pine
Always hustlin' on the grind
Cause I gotta get mine all the time (all the time)
Don't sleep
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