Lyrics:
the freezer
My hustle grand knew I was the man
Before I touched that hundred grand/
I came up on T.I. came up on that cat, Krit
I came up Tech N9ne
You came up
Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
to the telephone.
Los angeles give me norfolk virginia,
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's
Uh
As I sit in my B-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Once upon a time not long
I start rappin nigga
[Hook:] X 2
I keep a tech nine everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show
[Mack 10 talking]
be waiting on a package
And I feel like Tech N9ne just waiting on my Travis
Get someone that will believe in me and make that clearly
Here's a banger
the ground
It's time a nigga put Big Boy
Where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope
Best believe it's on
Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin'
no know what he go do for tech
He n...
Eii JB
Aden na nipa gyimi saa
JB Dhope!
JB Dhope!
JB Dhope!
Chale whats-up whats-up
the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the Tech Nine
Now here's
battlin' with no ammunition?
Where's your feature with Tech N9ne
He wasn't feelin' you neither? Damn
I seen the promotion that you
Paid for on the interweb
Big L said it first got the baton to put it on
Mac Dre my style burst while on the verse young Cali spawn
Tech N9ne how I go faster like a bastard
All you hoes, be cryin' for these bitches
All you niggas, be cryin' for these hoes
Both hands clusty
Pullin' out gats
Double barreled
Blew off
strapped
For the car jackers, but no haps cause I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep, nigga I don't sleep
He's armed wit ammo a weapon that's mine
All black in rap strap tech nine
Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip
The boy's about ta
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
N****s not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah,
(Tech N9ne)
What!
This is dedicated to the young gang niggas on 56th and
Highland
Nigga
Get yo money fool, yeah
don't ever let them niggas tell
faint'n faint'n
Aaaaayyyyyyy!
And they run to the dance floor
All shape sizes from dime to zero
I'm not Captain Kurt or Captain Nero
I'm just trying to get
The general a criminal do low
Admit 'cause I'm wit it then I spit it and lit it
Niggaz timid in my vision I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Vinyl Days
DJ Premier
That's my homie, that's my idol
On the road to success but y'all idle
6ix on the beat, Rattpack,
(Yea Yeah!) Bisa chief wo Anada (Wah)
Mekyere mo se meye senior (Yeah) Yefre me sen (Yeah) Agaspa
Where you dey (Barima) I dey TechCity (Wosee) Boys wo
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine
[Master P]
(LBC, New Orleans ha ha) Yo dog, uh
[Snoop]
Sup P?
[Master P:]
(Ha ha) That's some real shit
(Where the hot boys at,
Where
the boys on you. Immobilize your nine-eleven.
There's nothing I could do for you that would really matter much anyway.
You belong to everyone. Rhythm in
through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we
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