I'm just a young boy, trying to get my on music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he But Mitch Bade nigga's, hate Techa Nina, And they won't stop fucking with me, so fuck wit nigga's
Na-na-na-na-na, you can not fuck That nigga Tech N9ne, wit that rough shit Them niggas know I deserve it when they heard it Had the nerve to say its nothing, nigga, so I got to bust
Be Jealous, is dedicated to all ya'll hater's Be Jealous, I see ya'll watching me I walk in the club Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all Mitch Be Jealous, You mother ain't showing Tech Nina no love
1] Fuck Muh-Fuckers, Muh-Fuckers And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, duck Muh-Fucker Watch you standing on? (Nada) you claim to bone? (Nada) you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone Blood sweat and tears nigga, been about fifteen years Ain't never no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches at That's why them hoe's in the club with Tech given blowjobs in the How many niggas really worry bout How many niggas wanna become a wuss? Fuck with a nigga like Tech and a Right to the head and the grave is dug Mean Mugs, ain't never seen love So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of shrubs And mushrooms, I rooms, open a custom To float the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting I'm hoaking with jealous, mother fuckers But you say I ain't ready for fame, yonks, and relish
Be Jealous, you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling Be Jealous, when you see me in the smiling Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, Be Jealous, 'cause I'm wit bitches around me Ha-ha, fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) Ha-ha, mother fucker, (he-he-he-he) Ha-ha, fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, kick that shit
2] No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, on niggas And we smiling 'cause the album went six thousand on niggas In City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you but a pity you're gone Niggas ain't know mine, 'cause they it, and I'ma do it big That's why the Techa Nina never got a problem getting a gig 'cause I rip they liked (chea), I flip shit you make right (chea) When I spit shit, I get rich quick, and make hits from doctors they (chea) 9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, better get some Tried to be right to these niggas, tried to be to these niggas So now its time for Nine to make mice of these niggas You envy me, your bitch play Techa Nina all day And you see me on MTV, it with king Tech, my nigga sway Broke niggas ain't friends to me, you niggas want me to disperse? Alright, I'll leave, but when I come it's gonna be 20 G's a verse, nigga
Be Jealous, you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling Be Jealous, you see me in the magazine smiling Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, Be Jealous, I'm bumy wit bitches around me Ha-ha, mother fucker, (ha-ha) Ha-ha, mother fucker, (he-he-he-he) Ha-ha, mother fucker, (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that
3] Niggas better stop about me, I ain't did shit I don't rap against niggas, stop trying to get me to rap so ya'll can make Agony, don't be speaking my name, I know I up On a personal tip, but if you talking about you better rap, mother fuckers better duck And if any of you niggas over there on the inside, me and my rouges Them niggas don't give no fucks about how many Tech N9ne sold And whoever you niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log Lee tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog! And that justice mother fuckers won't quit, The Calm Before The Storm" aint shit We killed yall when 96-97, when when the new shit hit And I heard niggas I was washed up, said the Tech N9ne flow was sleep That's probably why I got new shit in new movies like Digging In Water and Its Too Niggas be jealous, tie you up and you down to a bloody pulp son Got my and me, mad enough to bust one I'm the second coming, but you know 'cause you dumb Before I go, I'll you jealous mother fuckers to suck one
Be Jealous, you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine Be Jealous, when let me in the club for free, niggas Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit around me Ha-ha, mother fucker, (ha-ha) Ha-ha, mother fucker, (he-he-he-he) Ha-ha, fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha) And the lit, I'ma spit, kick that shit