Lyrics:
at?) You ain't gotta front with me
(Where my niggas at?)
Friends
(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want
(Where my people
at?) You ain't gotta front with me
(Where my niggas at?)
Friends
(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want
(Where my people
tell 'em what it is? Will I tell 'em what it is?)
All of our music (Gotta tell 'em what it is, better tell 'em what it is, let me tell 'em what it is
I
you were beautiful
Would you date me on the regular? (tell me, would you?)
Well, baby, I've been around the world
But I ain't seen myself another
you were beautiful
Would you date me on the regular? (tell me, would you?)
Well, baby, I've been around the world
But I ain't seen myself another
say "you K" ooh way ooh way
Yeah I feel it and I gotta kick
It off the top of the dome
Microphone controller, that's an MC
It's in me
I can lead
talk to em (Gotta talk to em)
(Yeah)
Tell them niggas gotta talk to em
Ima be there when you call (When you call)
You gon be around for
When I make it
I want the bread, the digits
When I ain't with bread, I miss it
Paper chase, I really live it
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
It's some cash
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
knocked, I go to jail for what it's worth
Never tell your deepest secrets, keep it tough on the low
If you ain't break it, you know better than what you
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Welcome to the motherfucking show
I go by the name of
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah!
cryin' to that bitch like Ne-Yo? (What?)
You a square-ass nigga like Theo (Huxtable)
When money call, it's time to G-O (brrt)
My weed the same color
)
I'll smoke you, tell em Ice
(Ice Cube)
You can't play wit my Yo-Yo, sucka
[Chorus x2]
Fool, 1990 and stand sucka free, yeah
Tell em what's up
(Webbie verse 1)
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den.
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G- shit, I ain't even gotta rap in em
I
girlfriend, tell yo girlfriend to get her girlfriends
I started shit that I probably shouldn't cause how this gone end
With you in the back of my Benz, bra
probably won’t be by yo rivals
More than likely yo killa shakin yo hand and stand beside you
Gotta keep yo circle tighter, gotta keep yo circle tighter
Gotta
by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo want to act up, you betta back up
'fore you get
gotta get it
Tell me that you hate the way I hop up out that Wraith
And act like I'm the shit
Tell me how you feel about me
Uh, tell me how you feel
And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume
, gotta
Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go
Gotta, gotta
Yo
You can tell when people wanna
it's Wrong Turn Three cuz these bars are cannibals
Yall aint ready, and I could tell by yo expression
Im up and they lower than prices during the Great
lies
I ain’t happy wit' just getting by
Making moves yea the business type
Gorilla glue got me sittin' high
If I want yo bitch tell yo bitch goodbye
watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
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