[tech (yukmouth) killas, ah What the (it's lethal) What's Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine twist bitch (uh, regime shit) shit, yeah (done deal, bumbell) New millenium rhymers (what, a nina) The Where the you at (up in bitch)
(tech n9ne) Uh, what uh, introducin two of the finest (regime) tech a And a lot himself (smoke a lot, bumbell) serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh nigga (in your bitch) Fuck that, I'm of not being of the bungalow shit This bumbell for you
It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight fire That override your and the woofers Your bass tube hook ups shut the fuck up with wires up Niggas my tape like gats in the bushes, it's that lethal It'll have you killing people, for real Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in your Niggas keep to jail for 11, 350's and 211's 187's, concealed weapons, all the Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga
n9ne] That tech n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the All the time you will find I define nigga, rhyme killa I'm the purer missour-a Quick when I rip shit this animalistic, fuck ace ventura By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa representin cosa So bust you're supposed to We this gon sell 'cause this shit's the bumbell nigga
(tech n9ne)] x 2 (ba bum) This shit is (ba bum) shit's deleted (ba bum) And you need it (ba bum) We and weeded As long as rap shit sells Us niggas with figures we keep the bumbell
Bitch I can ya ? ven? (ba bum) Make ya ? (ba bum) the fans (ba bum) Gang dance (ba bum) I can make the (ba bum) your ? kim wood? (ba bum) Make your (ba bum) Make (ba bum) They on us, clunk clunk go the trunk Grab the pump, bang my shit you in the mist to funk Or get shit When shit jumps, I'm the theme Like thorazine, the cling to it I mean to do it The music made me do it, it made me it Got my playin tricks Now my nine stop sprayin shit Until the lay in a ditch And when I this shit it blew my speakers out Looked out the window I saw dope fiends and out in the Middle of the street the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out It got me geeked out, hustlin makin After every word I got to say Like what's up Let's smoke this nigga Oh, yesterday got caught, got fucked up You bumpin yuk Oh the bumbell
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[tech We're now listening to the sounds of tech I don't need no medication, I just packs my crispy Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all filthy That nigga named n9ne is a motherfucker on gang related Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get Rap a lot me, I told em that I had a gun in me Loony as a nigga wanna be, kindly get the from front of me Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin poles Under a lot of weight and on a bus on a broken don't faze me They say tech when I rap you wouldn't be Fuck that, I got niggas em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live We bringin heat to the game, deep when we Niggas fucked up and put they feet to the Got (ish) if you want it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it That (haaaa) got niggas I'm hunted, the bumbell
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[tech (yukmouth) (live and direct) Kc oakland, oakland meets houston, a killa mixture (bumbell) (what) Tech (regime shit) Ish, uck, you wanna do Regime that nigga Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin this shit in your For the one nine nine You know what I'm You what I'm sizzlin? You know I'm sizzlin? killas! (thugged out, yukmouth)