Tech N9ne in this (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne) Bout to em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, talk about my motha' fuckin friend baby (yeah) yo it's long overdue baby (that's right) Long (how we do it) But you for it So now I gotta it to you, (give it to you) Get
(Verse 1) Let me tell you a little story this nigga I know the M and the O A chemical nigga who I got criminal flows I'ma set the straight for a second Everybody this nigga is hot-headed And due for a mic checkin. You drew blood in '94 with my baby momma You the one you called a ho let you know That if you it back to the past When I was squeezing ass and playin hookie You can ask my bro, He will let you Back then I my pussy. You was using as a form of pursuing Pussy in her bed and beggin for a screwin Who the is you foolin? I can still make her make you put yo mic down interrupt yo show And serve yo ass in her now Fuck the rappin, we can now Tight style, Sell for Change the Vell to Vall him Dame or Gal Cause the way he was foul that's bitch shit Tech N9ne you it But missed it Told me that you 200,000 with pride But you lied, I mean to hurt yo feelings inside But you sold 5,000 You a man You niggaz I bluffin, go check the SoundScan All I wanna is.
Why this nigga steady his flows for me? (He get paid) And why this nigga basin his whole on challenging me? (He get paid) with 56 Villain get you shota Midwest will chase em down with a choppa thinking Teccanina gonna stopa Something wrong with his oblongota.
(Verse 2) Yo This nigga to be the better man Why fuck around a tech milla meter When you know the is a clever brand Naw, I never ever seen the niggaz video It never ran And you got the audacity to say Tech ain't a veteran? Nigga, I my first rhyme in '85 right '86, '87, '88, name me N9ne right '89, '90, I was rippin shows, don't you try cat '90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with of the best Motherfucker can you buy We recognize you wanna be the rapper in Kansas City That's time That's why yo will never be in the hands of many My is clean and packs a punch pal And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy rum and style This nigga is in the biz step behind this Don't know where his is That's why the Nina's to tell it like it is Tech N9ne is Kansas City's All I wanna is.
Why this nigga savin his flows for me? (He get paid) And why this basin his whole life on challenging me? (He get paid) with 56 Villain get you shota Midwest side chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking gonna stopa Something with his medullah oblongota. Yo, the fact is we both made no real money And I'm blastin a nigga which the situation real funny I'm beginning to see real deal, scrill and honeys And you wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy He said I worship satan and he worship god why we can't work Nigga that's a cop out, bout to yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out And say I seen you comin out of Roc This is the round knockout When you die and all ya piss, cum, and drop out Tellin we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up) From yo just hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce) the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck) And make niggaz get on grit (And yo shit don't) We officially heads at the Lou Ou Niggaz are now Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew Niggaz are too Sole and Tech, and you can bet never see em wet You sound like Rock, with a little bit of DMX Now I'ma end by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil Said Tech on that niggas payin for him and his kids meals I feel bad for the nigga, so let it out A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, and go get breaded out...
Why this nigga savin his flows for me? (He get paid) And why this nigga basin his life on challenging me? (He get paid) Fuckin with 56 get you shota Midwest Side will him down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna Something wrong with his oblongota Fuckin with 56 get you shot up Midwest side will him down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina stopa Something wrong with his medullah (Outro) A gift from me to you, this you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread (blows kiss)