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fist with a prayer and a roll of the wrist/Gotta whip with a spin and a twist man you ni**az ain't rockin' like this ball but I'm still gone take that

Tormented

Tech N9ne

Anghellic

2001

drug!
(Tormented)
want to live my life in a day (What I meant is)
Drugs help escape the flame and pain (THC)
Roll it, light it, now you smoke your weed (I

trouble?
What I meant to said ain't a cover you won't be running from nothing
I'm on here for a purpose they imposing fear on your garments
The naked truth

Presidential, Obama (brr)
Ain’t got time for no drama (nope)
Sonning rappers, I’m a father 
Getting money, now we getting gwala, ayy 
I’m the man, I’m the man

the fact your just fucking horny
This ain't no rodeo u don't even fucking own me and now I'm just lonely

I got a missed call from my ex
That bitch has been

and you could do
Alotta dollars money power in my visual
This ain't game I’m running
To you I'm original
Brown eyes longer hair to
Match your pretty smile

(fade away)
Happens every time I ain't lying (lying)
Seeing niggas down going day by day (day by day)
And you would swear they suiciding

You are not

with
It's the life it's the life it's the life

You're rolling with me 
Cause you're gonna see
From the west to the east 
Your starts in reach
It's

profit

I'm landin' in your city, you ain't fuckin' change your topic
You ain't never got no money, nigga, stop it
Bitch, y'all hit my phone for that bag,

Tip Toe

DJ Quik

Street Gospel

1997

to invent a spray,so, hey, fuck that

You know that player hater, he ain't got one pinball in his body
That's funny, I, I can't, can't wait, wait to, to get,

Spark that shit like thunder, burn man's bro like ganja
I wonder wonder how many opps got done last summer
Bang that shit, I'm a drummer, I'm a young

fucking all over your sister but little did you know
That that bitch she a smoochie
You ain't know that boy not like that
We saw that video you did not

Bitch Sickness

Tech N9ne

The Calm Before the Storm

1999

from the city where guns ain't shit, hundreds think back you're hated fast but now I done it done it...

TECH N9NE:
(chorus) I will mistake your bitch

lover and her camera man 
She work her body 
Through my lens 
I just wanna see you win 
I wanna be your only fan 

5’5
Brown skin 
Tell me where you going

they  kindergarten yutes
When it comes to slapping, my niggas got bachelors degrees
Wintertime's freezing, I can warm you up If this corn slaps you, you

Plastic Saddle

Jerry Reed

Cookin'

1970

ain't never wrong
I know the words to the tune before you sang your song
Don't give me no plastic saddle

Don't give me no plastic saddle

0
I keep the real around me it's a rat free zone
And if you try and test us imma let your ass know
You ain't ready for this deadly steady aim with

So you pray, so you pray
But you can't hide, you can't hide
When evil calls your name
I don't really talk when
I ain't got nothing to say
Can't worry

on a Mac
In the club popping bottles
Saying you date hella models
Shawty said she down to swallow
Hope you talking 'bout your vitamins sis
Man you got

with my brain
Wanna see you again, don't know why I miss you
I ain't even think about cuffing
Put your loyalty right by your loving
Baby I'm tryna turn

money
Imma just leave that boy clumsy
I keep a pole by myside
Hitting the dash no don't hide
A nigga can't disrespect me
No I ain't get mad but you seen

tell me to my face that you ain't
And while your at it please stop with that hate
Yeah, yeah yeah
Cause I got friends in high places
Homies down in low

Pornographic

Tech N9ne

All 6's and 7's [f.y.e. Exclusive CD/DVD]

2011

on hoes
Hoes spend money on me
Like to make em buy me clothes
By using my mouthpiece
I tell em I ain't got no bread
I ain't got no paper
You heard

I can tell you gonna fold
Peep my ties
I ain't dealing w unknowns
Breathe just fine
Smoking gas, it's by the O's
Yeah yeah
Back in the stu back with