Lyrics:
reaches the masses
And spread like cancer on they asses
Now allow me to catch wreck
Bust rhymes like Tech
Put me in your box and I destroy the deck
(Life's
keep turning
High connection I can never get away from
I keep a tech on my side
I roll over in the morning and I check it when the day comes
I let it get
Yeah
DJ Clue
Desert Storm
The Roc
This shit right here
The Roc Army
Dame Dash Presents
The Dream Team niggas
Word
Time after time
I've
off
Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
TECH N9NE:
(chorus) I will mistake your bitch sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2
1st
fucking with us we the Swuul Gang team
We done ran out of high tech now we can't sip no lean
Watch how I ball on these niggas like Draymond Green
I know
stretched out
On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East'
Polo drawers, valour headband, Genova convertible couch
In the back, with the two
might be on, and if you think so, you know me
It's Tech Caponey, the Doggfather's little homey
[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Ain't that somethin', how I got
can't buy time, for you to catch Casper its high time.
You tried crimes against me cause you couldn't follow the guidelines.
They say respect your
chains 'round my neck
You're my goon, we're not a team
You're like Kong with the stick
I'm Godzilla with the BEAM
I'm like Zero with the tech
Keep that
them niggas die too
You see joy through the eyes you cry through
Who in here believe in a parallel universe?
(I do) i knew a Jack that got high
Then got
I'm catchin' wreck
Chillin' by the projects, money got the high-techs
Goin' till the break o'dawn, never see bed
Get red when I said, got gats
ain't like the roc
Real family ties
If the whole team drops
1999
I'm talkin em
Dre
Multiple classics
Got the music and the merch talkin multiple assets
It
stretched out
On stage with the gauge, flash the tech like Clint East'
Polo drawers, valour headband, Genova convertible couch
In the back, with the two
you off and get ???, said it
Screwball, read the credit, get your whole team wetted (Yo)
You dealin' with some loose cannons (Yo) ready to dead shit
and Kelly, you should get with the A Team
Yeah, this is a hit we killing 'em, it's a crime scene
This scene is a is a, crime-crime, is a crime
This scene is
Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride,
Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride,
Feel like I'm JRUEBY, I'm shakin' my dreads Gamble my life and I'm placin' the bets
Stay in the hood and I keep me tech No NBA, foulin' with techs
Intra tech shine
Tek enemy lifeline
Clap it... We Clap it up
Till marrow start jump high
Dem nuh kno
Dem nuh kno
Caan never run low
From d Zow Zow roll
And the police we'll have
Another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head
Give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't
Yeah
Go right up
Connect, ain't nobody but Tech
I been dope since I put raps on BASF cassette
Since then my pen been at war like Montagues
decomposing
Blood staining concrete coursing
Drive by in the street, and they trap, we move discreet
Say you control a tech team, acting out like some FMV game
demonstrate invincible bomb raps
Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap
I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse
Uh! Full court press,
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