Lyrics:
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Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass
poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ? shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
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
now I need something to drank
So I'm outside of the club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech 9 that's off in the trunk
I told that
smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even TINK about it
fast and so tight like Busta Rhymes and Tech N9ne on their tracks
And have some good fans like KSI, FiR (Falling In Reverse) and Lil Nas X
And be one
the scene
Keepin it clean, for me, all I need Is
Wrist Patec not that
Hit foreign whip gold tech
Big lil dreams not all that
Foreign crap want that
Ya, ya ya
Had this tech makin' racket, serve you like it was tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
Bitch nigga let's play chess, yo bitch next, no
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
Of My Drinkin Club
You Will Find Tech N9ne
Tryin To Tell Her Truely Get Nudey
Yes I Even Do El Words
In The Fruity Bazoodi
Like To Drink It And Yell Slurs
heaven is callin' my name
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I feel that pain comin' from inside
My people had the same drinkin' and then died
Devil in my brain
project
Get it me and Em, Hop
Logic, Joyner, NF, Royce
All need to make a song
Shout out Tech N9ne he the goat rap legend
Underground king 55 shows trav put
a double dose of dick a day (Hey!)
(Real sex)
[Chorus Tech N9ne x2]
oooh la la la la
Give it to ya from the back and the side no panties and no bra
Let me
we're doin it
To the WEST
All day , we don't play
Gyeah , come on
I said my life , my life , my life
With the Tech 9 , come on
I said my life , my life ,
everytime I come around
Pit stop and they tend to quiet down
Cause they know about me
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
M
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
to fuckin' ruin my life
The homie Tech N9ne said it fuckin' best
Fuck with psycho bitches, they will always leave you stressed
Tell all your troubles to one
sold
I was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble
Then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold!
Verse 5 *(Tech N9ne)*
(1-5-1)
And if you wanna push me
That Tech N9ne come out in KC
Everything I made I earned it
Been working for the pay
And I paid to work it
The money and the fame
Alright, alright, alright
In the end it's just a rock show
Hey y'all it's me from the Three Beezies
N.Y.C. is sucker free just to show y'all it could be
the baby came
Now she's living on the edge of Casper
Looking for a new dream
And it ain't a wasteland, just a sad land
Of people getting by
Trying to earn
cause last night
I dreamed of being stalked by Tech N9ne
Probly 'cause I ate that last slice of cake
Past bed time and gave me that sign but wait
That
in the kitchen (whip it up)
Car push to start, ain't no ignition (start it)
Raised up the bar, don't do the limit (uh)
Came out them trenches, I
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