Lyrics:
(Intro) Tech N9ne:
But the cattle had no idea when entering the slaughterhouse that they would never return.
So they went while the other's watch
medallions
(Royal Flush-What's it all about?)
Iced down medallions
Seen shit
Holdin it down my guns spit
Find my deal wit
Drive a 5-40 wit tint
Yo
get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides
shit
Probably wish you had'em on yo tracks
I'd let you know if I fucked ya girl but we just hanging like coat racks
22's I'm riding flats
Every beat get
Yo, I should slap all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit
(Shh, shh, aight, soon, soon)
Yo, man, ain't that-
Ain't that
jacket
Mister LA back, free my A track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach
Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track
Nigga this
Was before!
Giving up
Was before!
I think y'all get it, I was my lowest
Won't say further more
Thinking bout the bag
And the bigger picture
Them not yo
10 minutes long, extendable
What other rapper's doin' it
Like this? I'm righteous rap boomin'
I can't fly now because I'm a flight risk
Put my dick
they think they're pros
Ho's think they're better than Tech N9ne at rap
Go ahead get destroyed by the GOAT
At least I don't flex like every bad rappers
But if yo shit is legit, then you can join my crew
U.S.T. graduating class of '92 in Short Texas
Niggaz on the track droppin shit about TX
As long
past the physical world like Sufis
My people's was sold one-by-one like Lucy's
These niggaz got grams but no lands yo you losin me
Watch that first
Yes, who's that? Boo-ya who's that in the place to be
Sadat X reppin' with the O.G.C., gun clappaz
For my peoples throughout the PJ's got my man
the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
to live my life
Turn up the beat and let me write my rhymes
Once again it's on, an other track rap song
(Like back in the days)
Trop d'équipes, trop
don't lose me
These penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something else
Into
'Cause some people chase the world other people let the world chase them, yo
We run, we run, we run the world (Get high)(Yeah)
Yeah, can you hear it?
I
my reticle, click click, need a medical
The game my bitch she can lick my testicles
Put it in she can really feel the pressure yo
Fucking the game up
another chapter in the book and read again
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody ain't (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you're
don't lose me
These penitentiary chances that I take
Should be able to get the mansion by the lake
But I invest my bread into something else
Into
to stick my other nut up in her butt so she can...
*Get Loaded* "Get yo ass drunk" "Can buy me a beer?"
*Get Loaded* "I'll buy you a beer...to help break
got my gun, nigga
And if you heard that "click clack"
You better run, nigga
Yes I'm back
Yeah I'm back, speaking all facts
Every time I hear y'all lil
how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought
they’ve fallen right into my plan, and
The other two just got caught, saw the police van and they ran, and
I’m nowhere to be seen, thirty mil by my side,
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