Lyrics:
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
Hate it when you make me be the point of it
Then you stick me out that’s when you on yo bullshit
Not one but two times and I’m sick of it
I know
look funny, but, yo, I'm makin' money, see
So, yo, world I hope you're ready for me
Now gather 'round, I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid
or shall I diss her?
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with
Tryin' to paint a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'Cause so much
should salute me
So fuck who you are, I'm the motherfuckin' general
Yo Esco's illin', Swizz Beatz illin'
What more can we say' Stop grillin'
'Fore
Ooh Maisha T, aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai
Education
They go in one way, they come out crazy
Peace preparatory school, emperors
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
me is by movin' through computers
Just stay in yo' lane I got no time for prosecutors
I'm so sick and tired of hearing all these different rumors
Don't
in yo muffin
Especially when you working and twirkin wit somethin
We ain't frontin Tech N9ne
greed, and Kutt best believe, you ain't working for
another one to get bent, yeah, and it ain't no stoppin' this
Lovin' the thrill of the chase, so get the fuck outta my face
N9ne's a nigga with
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
game, I'm movin the chains
Tryin to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin to hit the wall, make
happen
one night in Manhatten, chillin, buggin
Me and some of the crew went around to this club and
peeped it, scoped it, hope the shit was rockin
Stuns by
gun cause you so sick
If the chopper leave you with no dick
Buck blast and there holdin your s***
At least 6 of you and a couple more of you b******
frenchie , wooh an Flocka too
So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP
Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare
of you
Yo voice yo style everything about you so cute
Got me on mute when we talk I just get lost by the view
Of yo eyes and the way that we vibe shawty
do to me, all night long!
(your my sex toy)
Tech N9ne, hella freaky baby
(Yeah, Yo, Check it..)
I see you lookin at me starin' at techa nina baby
I
one
And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine
Cock my nine, and seperate yo' head from yo' spine
So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop"
Let Her Dance
(Stephen) V1
She caught my eyes, from across the room
So tantalized by the way that she moves
Yo mister DJ give her a chance
Don't stop
Yeah, we goin' send this one out
To everybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody
of the law I won't ever need a PO
And the flow so sick, so sick like Ne-Yo
Flow so sick so sick like Ne-Yo
Nelly and Kelly I'm in a fucking dilemma
Due to bust
gone quit
Til we sick and tired of all this shit
They say the king is back
So back the king
This ain't mine
This the anti-Christ American dream
Search
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean,
Yeah, we goin' send this one out
To everybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship
Let's ride
Two miles an hour, so everybody
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