[tech (yukmouth) killas, ah What the (it's lethal) What's Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine bitch (uh, that shit) Regime shit, (done deal, bumbell) New millenium nigga (what, a nina) The the fuck you at (up in bitch)
(tech n9ne) Uh, what uh, introducin two of the regime's (regime) a nina And a lot himself (smoke a lot, bumbell) Let's serve these niggas with the straight shh, uh (in back bitch) Fuck that, I'm tired of not being of the shit This for you nigga
It's bumbell bumbell, that's straight fire That your ampliphiers and the woofers Your bass tube hook ups shut the up with wires cooked up Niggas stash my tape like gats in the bushes, that lethal probably have you killing people, for real Cops say it's illegal to have a yuk tape in possesion Niggas keep going to jail for 11, and 211's 187's, concealed weapons, all the Tear the fuckin club up with my nigga
n9ne] That n9ne nigga, lyrically blind niggas on the grind All the time you find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa I'm the purer from Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck ace By the power of my dead niggas i'ma ride like a rollercoaster Ain't nobody fuckin with my niggas I'm the killa cosa nostra So bust you're supposed to We guaranteed this gon 'cause this shit's the bumbell nigga
(tech n9ne)] x 2 (ba bum) This shit is (ba bum) shit's deleted (ba bum) And when you it (ba bum) We drunk and As as this rap shit sells Us niggas with figures we keep releasin the
Bitch I can make ya ? (ba bum) Make ya ? (ba bum) Make the (ba bum) related dance (ba bum) I can the hood (ba bum) Make ? kim wood? (ba bum) your stereo (ba bum) Make (ba bum) dumpin on us, clunk clunk go the trunk Grab the pump, bang my shit when you in the mist to Or get shit When shit jumps, I'm the music Like thorazine, the cling to it I didn't to do it The music made me do it, it me loose it Got my mind playin Now my nine can't stop sprayin the nigga lay in a ditch And when I played shit it blew my speakers out out the window I saw dope fiends and tweakers out in the Middle of the doing the electric slide, you shoulda peeped it out It got me geeked out, hustlin makin After every I got to say nigga what's up nigga? Let's smoke this nigga Oh, got caught, got fucked up nigga You yuk nigga? Oh the bumbell
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[tech We're now to the sounds of tech n9ne I don't no medication, I just packs my crispy flows Endo, rum and fornication, jammed up for y'all hoes That nigga named tech is a motherfucker on gang related Hater's gotta respect mine or the next time get Rap a lot summoned me, I told em I had a gun in me Loony as a nigga wanna be, get the fuck from front of me Sleepin with a black cat in my lap, spliitin daily Under a lot of and on a bus on a broken mirror don't faze me They say tech when I rap you be alive Fuck that, I got niggas em go for tweleve five, bumbell's live We bringin heat to the game, deep we came Niggas fucked up and put they to the flame Got that (ish) if you want it, a (uff) I'm a flaunt it (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell
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[tech (yukmouth) (live and direct) Kc meets oakland, meets houston, a killa mixture (bumbell) (what) n9ne (regime shit) Ish, uck, What you do Regime Like that Me and yuknouth up in this motherfucker puttin shit in your back For the one nine twist You what I'm sizzlin? You know I'm sizzlin? You know what I'm killas! (thugged out, yukmouth)