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