Lyrics:
I ain't gon' be background
Getting bitches hype now
This a sport I try out
Ain't no baseball
Star like Akon
Tech N9ne I'ma peel off my old skin like
to make music
They like that's some Tech N9NE shit
That's some strange music
Don't waste your time bitch
Get off your damn computer
Everyday the same shit
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
for what
Master of all, unappealing to none
I got that flow like I'm Tech N9ne
Sound like I'm featured on "Speedom" or something
Put in the work
into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n**** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf***er
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
ass around and watch me hit it
Tech N9ne
Switching up my style
Make you wanna do rewind
Verse pop like Missy
Freedia best believe me
Popping this pussy
and Tech 9s
Tryna take mines, you'll be a dead muthafucka
Come up short, wit yo life on support
Burnin' rubber down the street in a black super spoke
Fo'
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
the park
I think we'll have a nice day
Hey, I'm just using logic
That's what I'm trying to say
When I first heard Tech N9ne rhyme
I was like, oh man he's
joy
Don't be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh
Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh
Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys
I got Hi Tech waiting on me
Used
Most of the CDs were 20 bucks Bought all 6s and 7s by Tech N9ne
Instead of lunch that my dad gave me money for feeling regret
During sophomore year in
We gonna send the hounds in
I said wait
Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
You boys get ready
Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
bang, bang
My candy pain ridiculous
Even Tech N9ne said that's strange
Pull up to a haunted house
And them laugh at niggas like Marlon Wayans
I'm a 50 hour paycheck
Ain't slept a damn wink
Moth to a neon light
I'm a 9 to 5, 10 to 2
Shower in between the two
Let it ride kinda guy
prime but now I'm prior
One day I'll make a feature with back to back with Tech N9ne
Clowns in disguise weak manners oversized
Inside Harry Styles I'm
By the little dark-haired boy who played the
Tennessee flat top box
And he would play
Then one day he was gone
And no one ever saw him 'round
He
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
But that ain't important to me, I don't need subjects to serve
You up a Smorgasbord of hot rhymes
Know that I can't compare to Tech N9ne
But since we're
packed wit the fire weapon
No half steppin, my nine, a black tech and
Uzi, I'm psycho crazy
Don't ever try to do me, baby
Yea, I'm still
'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I
'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I
of unworthiness
Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron
And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron
Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone
Teck 9 close by touch 'em up
I shoot n****s in the mouth boy pucker up
Sweet sucker tash gee golly what the f***
Where the hell all these new p****
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