Lyrics:
30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these n****s cross me
I'm certified crasy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for
They got popped, by the hip-hop rock that I concoct
I'm so nice yo, flowing with the maestro
Murdering and hurting MC's because I'm nitro
wake up yo like this
[Tech N9ne]
One, and then comes the two to the three and four
Two-thousand Techa N9na is hardcore with a K
See me step up
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
' head from yo' spine
So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love hip-hop" and
fuck you niggaz that shot Big Pop'
The conspiracy, of this nation, for assassination
I can't tell you why
I just changed, from one day to the next
I grew tired of everything
So, I decided to express my frustrations
You know what
of the world
Gonna party like (oh)
Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up (yeah)
It ain't the end of the world
Yo, similes, metaphors, and we pop pills
Sick
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
gotta
(get it in)
When PE calls a fight, so watch me
(get it in) word, lets rock, word yo
I always wanted to be an S1
March my dance steps and carry two
affectional
Be some old sick noise shit ballistical
Grab on my nuts, blow
Oh my god, yo he's dope show
My style is hotter than lying on fire naked
Styles for
Key Largo
Runnin' Nat narcotic
By George he got it
Takin' makin' the G erotic
And the fiends they scheme
So he can put 'em down
But his method is
a real nigga need
You gone die all alone cause you possessed by the greed
I'm a wolf and you a sheep
So in the dark is where I creep
Glowing eyes bloody
Yo
This song is
Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin' the final hour
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers
flash dancing, yo, I don't know why
You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey
Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey
Because we're sick and fuckin' tired
Of being mistreated by the undefeated
Power to the seat that can't be beat
Probably gone is the head that make
behind
One by one, they all leave me behind
I know
You’re tired
And sick of me
The shit that went so wrong
Put it on me
Oh, you know that I’ve been touched
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
this bitch
Yo, ayo
It's like six in the morning
Me and Miller just finished our pack
Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack
Grab
flash dancing, yo, I don't know why
You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey
Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey
de la disco coroná', coroná', yeah (ay)
I know how to make 'em so sick (so sick)
Go out, don't post no pics (no pics)
Back when I used to do pole
Ay
Now you can sell your store!
Open a bar by the shore!
I've told you hundreds of stories
About home, make some more
More
Yo! I know just
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
see
I been tryin to stay away from sluts like you
Got me turned off completely by that
Sheisty shit that you do
Knew from jump yo' aim
Straight through
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