Tech N9ne Album

[No lyrics]

[Tech N9ne -Chorus]
Im here to give you my table and chess stress
life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test
when you're covered in wet sex,
with no glove you just vexed
'cause life is so less blessed
feel like death is the best bet
Im here to give you my table and chest stress
life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test
when you're covered in wet sex,
with no glove you're just vexed
'cause life is so less blessed
feel like death is the best bet

[Tech N9ne - Verse 1]
I mean, aint no way up out of this dream
nowhere to skip a scene not with all them demons stuck on the screen
so many unrest I bring serene living within means green
but things seem bleak
Im beesteemed for the kings team
major corporations firin' I feel obligated to hire 'em
higher desired I'm wired my empire is tiresome
but if she fly I'll invite her to my asylum
alumni find relaxation off in a bonsai
this bad season got me in my past sneezin'
seeing the muthaf-cka singin taking a nina away but I guess they had reasons
'till I had freakin ash leakin' nap seepin' Crash deacon
givin' a sermon off my sick and twisted class teachin
you see now this aint no f-ckin freestyle
my people startin' to eat now with the Angela Yee gal and Phillip chow
n-ggas is ready to freak out
yea I got a little money to piece out
to some but the rest be plottin' on me wanna stick me up like a decal.

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne - Verse 2]
My Hungarian honeys locked up for manslaughter
now her mother and father cant even hug their damn daughter
such an insane part of life when life really became harder
only way they saw me in jail was to visit Dwayne Carter
then Im off in Spain sort of lame 'cause no dame saw us
never did play with the labia
all I ate was paella
then ex b-tches its all part of the Tech riches
so I get vicious,they know I keep with the best b-tches
then I sex with it
to bend her over the table is less stress
with no bra and her breast on the table her chest pressed
my people fallin' while I continue to jet set
but I got the power to bless
the beat bangin' yea Tech n-gga

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Tech N9ne
Aye, a nigga came to party
151 Rum, Bacardi
Pineapple juice and Malibu get it started
Then, Oh Lordy, I seen a big booty shawty

[Chorus] x 2 Krizz Kaliko
To the beat, sex
I'ma beat that
To the beat, sex
I'ma beat that
To the beat, sex
I'ma beat that
To the beat, sex
(Knock, knock it out the body)

Tech N9ne
I got rhythm (cha)
When the women see me on stage
Later on we sexually engaged, that's what I give em
Strokes full of energy (cha)
Beat it like my enemy (cha)
Watch a nigga centipede on lemon, Sprite, and Hennessy (cha)
Pumpin on the thick woman is my thang (cha)
Crunk on a bitch, bumpin to my game (cha)
57th Street, got the legged D
Cum on a big ???? (cha)
Tech's immaculate, but when I style, checkin' all the bitches gon' KNOW (cha)
That I pump the magic, when the people ask, when the meat's molasses they GLOW (cha)

Hit it hard, then it's scarred
Dig it til it's split apart
Get it when it's witted
Clitted, pivots, quit it when it's dark

Then wake up in the mornin' (cha)
Straight to the beat we bonin' (cha)
No, we not kiddin' so I guess you can say we grownin' (cha) (kids cheering)
And you can smell that
Steamin' hell cat
'cause I swell that, long dong
Play wit it like her own toy (cha)
If you can feel that
Run and tell that, run and tell that, home boy, ho ho home boy.

[Chorus] x 2

Kutt Calhoun
Yo young baby what you do-lien, do-lien?
Yeah, you heard of me
That Mr. Bunk Rock, hit your funk spot
Long dong home-no-lien
Got a sex jacket for screw-lien
Too-lien boobies and booties
(The Kutty Coochie King)
Now they crownin me nubian
(Kutty Calzone)
Once I stuff it, then it's a wrap full of sausage
You done sauced it, Porky Piggin' you from the back
'cause I'ma
Beat-deet beat-deet that meat-deet
'til you start twe-deeking out ya sheets
Once you beat-deat then I'm gon' skeet-deet
I'm out gon' ??? each down your streets
To the rhythm of the kick drum
Bitches wantin to get their clits sprung
Hen and Bacardi gets the dick numb
That was the old me
To all the women who know'd me
Promoted by word of mouth to the noseys
Life was like pickin' up women off
I was pickin' up different bitches nightly
More off to stick my dick in them, YEAH
I was quite sinister, all ya hoes I remember ya
But
Now that I'm married got a wife that I be hittin up

[Chorus] x 2

Bizzy
Look, gizzle
Naw
OK we lookin' for them peanut butter milkshake big misses
Throw a dick all up in your bitches
Young bitch front a milli out the mout
Wit your nigga Tecca Ninna, better guard your chickens
I'm due, for a little bit of stickin'
Might even do a little bit of lickin'
Gotta be back for that treatment, you tell us' ho you might end up missin'
I be givin' them hell in the sheets
Like feel like yo pussy in hell of a beast
Yo be up in that thang for weeks, but give a Bianca an hour at least
Gotta pop that P when I'm in that V that let's me know you G
Stay wit me sexin' you's all I need fuckin that Jonesy.
Bang bang like pops
When I'm in the pink I don't stop
If you pussy good when I pull up out you better guard your grill or get shot. (blauw!)
Ain't no discussion, when them Vickys drop I'm goin' in
Settin' your ass up tonight, get down like a boner be
Pistol's between the mattresses
Goin up while I'm tappin' it
Grippin' and smackin' it
Hope for I to get sucked up after this
This shit right here for the hoes wit heavy duty booties
Gotta fuck me to the beat whenever you get the chance to screw me

[Chorus] x 2

[No lyrics]

[Verse 1] Tech N9ne
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus
Come ease us, we really need to be free from evil deeds plus
Negras, (cha) hide in thee weeds waiting to see us
And we bust then they will bleed trying to seize us (cha)
Bad season, (cha) I'm ready to trip for that reason
How your beefin' gon last when your ass vegan? (grr)
I ask trees when cash is fast,
And weed then gonna have cheese stashed in trash bags,
We'll have fleas then (cha)
Yes sir thats why the milli is in thee dresser
For any motha f'er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter (cha)
Step into death your ex messing with a keffer
Never let your lover get put in less than a bed with a heffer (cha)
The mags breathing (cha)
These fags freezing cause cats teased him
And they passed on that evening (grr)
I flash B's, and sag my flags revving I blast heathins
If they had me in bad season

[Chorus] Tonesha Sanders
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason

[Hook] Krizz Kaliko
Hardly time for no hardey harr, no laughter, (Ah, Ha)
Working them hard I can't leave no starving bastard, (Ah, Ha)
Pardon me if you see a star in me, it startles me
And I ain't come to party but I'm always where them bottles be

[Verse 2] Krizz Kaliko
I'm lookin for the chips for the extra, got too many deaths
And I'm trying to find the way out the Celexa (AHHHHH!)
Church folks telling me "God'll bless ya"
I ain't trying to Busta Rhymes, (Ah, Ha) diffrence is there calling me besta
My season is devil people receiving me
They party to my words but I don't think the motha fuckas is beleving me
Half the time I think my eyes are deceiving me
Fat boy, that boy o'er there, keep they hands in the air
Whoo Kid told me I can nuke it (nuke it)
Rocket till it's putrid (putrid)
Articulate to prove it but motha fuckas is stupid (Okay)
Kali baby, and his thing never leaving (Ah, Ha)
Running out of breath cause I'm breathin the bad season

[Chorus] Tonesha Sanders
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason

[Verse 3] Nesto The Owner
Ahh!
I think I'm outta my mind,
They say I'm outta control
Tech let me go!
This shit right here is a straight jacket flow
It's nuts like pistachios
Can't you tell? Lyrically I'm sprayin' shells
Wit my tongue, the devil's my son
So I'm raisin hell.
Yeah, yeah, say it twice.
Turn you to confetti wit this machetti
I'm like Freddy, you'll die dreamin like Reggie White
Oh, oh, you in town?
People shook when you around,
Cut, they know The Owner's ... like unibrows
Big, big, bad wolf
Yeah I came and blew it down (pfffff)
This is my newest style
Oh, yeah? I'm a mess
Y'all know, everyone got hard flows
Where they at?!
Cause I can never find them like Waldo
Click, click, blauw! (gunshot)
At your stomach feel the POW!
Have you rollin' on the ground,
Bleeding pleading screaming (gunshot) OWWWWWWWWW!
Rest in peace, this a sad evenin'
Tech Krizz and Nes'll show you a Bad Season

[Chorus] Tonesha Sanders
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason

[No lyrics]

Verse 1: Tech N9ne
Ey, by now everybody breathin' should be into this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip
But there be some that when I hinder the sinister nemesis
Cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate I'll finish it witta diss fun of his but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cuz I'm always beamin' in on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menace in glitsed up men've sit on my syndicate
This genesis will spit and diminish shiiiiit (Chorus)

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko
I done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands *Blast, Blast* Clap, clap till their hands are sore.
And possibly could you be afraid of me (afraid of me)
Be careful who you're fuckin' with, boy don't let your ego trip.

Verse 2: Tech N9ne
I can't stands no more like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and now the industry dropped by
When I rocked a spot my plot's to be shot high in a dark sky in hops I... will not die
They really are scared of me they said that T would not fly
And credit was deaded but he kinectly sped up and guap rised
Off the top I - will not lie
Bread is my fetish and I really get it that's why I'm a dreaded hip-hop guy
So stop try, do not pry and me won't have to bring the glock by nigga hot fry
Did ya mami witta soft sigh lost why?
Because the jammy did her man like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll make Dennis Hof buy twat
I be so paper that it make the cops spy
And now the haters tryin' to mock my walk to the top dynamic and they not I
Boss N9ne!

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko
I done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands *Blast, Blast* Clap, clap till their hands are sore.
And possibly could you be afraid of me (afraid of me)
Be careful who you're fuckin' with, boy don't let your ego trip.

[No lyrics]

[Chorus]
Hard liquor
Me and my people be so drunk we don't drive
We take the trolley ‘cause of hard liquor,
We started Waldo to Westport and pee in every martini corner at the last call
And we all yellin' “Is there any more?”
When it ain't we go home for hard liquor,
Make sure that it's mixed, yeah
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, yeahhh.

[Tech N9ne]
Aye aye they sayin' that I got high blood sugar,
So I can't drink like I wanna drink, drink like I wanna know
I ain't playin ‘cause I love liquor
So if I big drink am I gonna drink, jinxed, I don't wanna go,
So I go hard as hell on one night, fun sight
If I'm drunk enough to start a bum fight
Done right, Henny, Jack and Gin, 151 Rum slight, none light
Novocain I know to blame a gun snipe on drunk life
then the bar hit ya with a large spritzer
Hit ya ass, get ya cash then they all richer
in the draw, pitcher
I'm large sipper
When you wait, but I hope I ain't in the car witcha.

[Eminem]
What the fuck?
Ey yo Whoo Kid!
Run that shit back!
Goddamn!

[Chorus]
Hard liquor
Me and my people be so drunk we don't drive
We take the trolley ‘cause of hard liquor,
We started Waldo to Westport and pee in every martini corner at the last call
And we all yellin' “Is there any more?”
When it ain't we go home for hard liquor,
Make sure that it's mixed, yeah
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, yeahhh.

[Tech N9ne]
Aye aye they sayin' that I got high blood sugar,
So I can't drink like I wanna drink, drink like I wanna know
I ain't playin ‘cause I love liquor
So if I big drink am I gonna drink, jinxed, I don't wanna go,
So I go hard as hell on one night, fun sight
If I'm drunk enough to start a bum fight
Done right, Henny, Jack and Gin, 151 Rum slight, none light
Novocain I know to blame a gun snipe on drunk life
then the bar hit ya with a large spritzer
Hit ya ass, get ya cash then they all richer
in the draw, pitcher
I'm large sipper
When you wait, but I hope I ain't in the car witcha.

Hard liquor, I need some more, hard liquor
all the alcoholics in this
is there any more
We even go to WalMart for (hard liquor)
Make sure that it's mixed
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, yeahhh

Hard liquor, hard liquor
Is there any more?
Hard liquor
Make sure that it's mixed
And twist it with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, yeahhh.

(tech n9ne)
Just another piece that I wrote, ya know what im sayin
cause this beat just wanted me to write it

Livin like im dying tomarrow, aint no time for no sorrow
throw on my platnum mavoda, rob a gram on my collar.
spray lucciano suprana, holla at a mamma whos nana lovers hot like acanai (?...)
balla i got a few dollas, ima do wella my fatha taught us to follow quarn and not osama bin lada
my momma was nota but of islam, but god is her wata, so why does the sickness got her like lama just shot her
goose fraba wusa, i gotta get out of this ra ra and fly to hana, lu-lu inside a grata, bulu in five la-matas
no yada yada, they ride on this ride and bob ya then swalla, sun-goddess the color of shaba
then i popped a bottle of maskata, run away on my yamaha vamanos i promisa im never no one to monita-d
by the blue color coppa, we call em erik-a-strata, cha cha, got a wad in my levis and a nigga neva got ta borrow.

(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then

(kutt calhoun)
man i party harder than nitty and gucci lui with henny, like im dying when im on one. taking none of them with me
as sure as my name is bloody kutty cal, you can picture me partyin like its going outta style
I, I feel like im the best that dun did it, most under-rated and hated
but if i died than so be it, then in my head im the greatest it aint a bitch i aint christened,
see the estate ive inventioned and if i died my eulogy would be held at the kemper man
ive dun smoke, i dun drank and popped my pillz to extremities, still do. every now and then i pop more than yosemite,
keep my foes in my innerly and the ones who pretend to be, close to em, cause honestly there the ones who will hinder me
so hence forth remember me, this voice is fittin to be his choice, of energy. by him i mean all men
party like its 1999, smoke my wood tip wine(?), givin all my thanks to god then saying A-men.

(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then

(ubiquitos of ces cru)
till summers end and the winter comes
till grey days turn to yellow ones
i stay grindin for mine i tried to tell them once
to travel to the moon you got to face the elements
and battle any goon you have to cage the elephants
its elementary i speak with a certain elequence
i smoke hella blunts a habit ive been develop since
I was a young boy, playin the silver ball
See ‘em stand, feel em fall
Metallica, kill ‘em all
huh livin like this is my last moment
but a moment could last forever, snap a picture and na-cole it(?)
huh do what ever ya gone, sip on your glass,
hold it up, hit the side on mine get to tippin it back, go in
huh so many days we were sittin low,
better get busy till the day you givin and you get to go where sinners go
pull in the cash, and then spend it slow
better make it fast but then should know
matter no money though its all expendable

(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then

(godemis of ces cru)
hold your breathe count to three ima kill it
killa commitee city chairmen, strapped with a grimma glock and the trigger, bitch, a hair pin
three round burst, i aim it at your brain, spit it when cock it i kiss so they call it sara jane
livin like im going down tomarrow, sit down and drown in a bottle, go out and get anotha bottle
I dont lead i dont follow, if i dont eat i get hollow, i dont even play lotto see chief i need every dollar
yall dont see me but a model(?) or rockin a lotta product, i dont smoke like i wanna, im streching this marijuana
fuck it i call it karma, if i wake up in nirvana. blood is thicker than water the mud is even more shallow
I live in the moment and part of every opponent who pass,
but i put the petal to the metal i got both feet on the gas
this could be the last vers that im writing like it or not everybodies taking to rob and they puttin you right in a box.

[Chorus]
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block

[Verse 1] [Jay Rock]
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neil
Me and my niggas hittin' corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me,
I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff
If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
Real shit leanin' like a syrup sipper
Henny and sprite mix it up get a cup nigga
Pour out some liqour for my niggas who ain't livin on the surface
After the bottle we load our clips and put in work
Block shit stay in the house when they set trippin'
A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women
East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts, California
I ain't hard to find
Shit I'm down for the block

[Chorus]
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block

[Verse 2] [Kutt Calhoun]
I'm down for the block like I'm down for my wife
And if you niggaz fuck with either then it's down with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
Better do what Alvin Ailey do and stay up on your toes
Got the dueces and the dres click clackin in the paint
A hard method of surival try to shake it but ya can't
Rather win, lose or draw stand your ground and hold your weight
And if ya still can see your ribs get ya weight up, quit ya hate
Cuz niggas know when in a food fight you wouldn't bust a grape
Spike clicks probably better off choppin with
The K I'm down for my block and I love my town
So Killer City stand up and Kutty Cal can stay hound

[Verse 3] [Big Scoob]
Say the word, watch me bust your shit
I'm the realest mutherfucker with this stranged out clip
Suck the willa on the realer, I ain't playin with you niggas
Godzilla with the milla get to sprayin at you niggas
Yeah, check my history nigga when you mention me
Bet they say I'm in da street, ride her nigga for the V
Fuck the industry, fuckin what you think of me
I don't give a fuck, bet you pussies be respecting me
I love the block, cause my sign in the prime time
You niggas faked ya steady lying in your fuckin rhymes
Saw a nigga, hella twisted off the R nigga
Gutter butter, I be seepin like a ball nigga
Dessert eagle for the people, I be bustin lethal
Know the cola for the soldier, but this all legal
For the block, I'll be screamin villain non-stop
5, 6 on a mission take it to the top

[Chorus]
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block

[Verse 4] [Tech N9ne]
Ey, red drawers, red socks, red everything
Look what they've done to me crazier than I've ever been
Like I needed medicine, I don't think it's eratapheme
That is seen, second lettering,
This ho-head plus wanted me to rep the block
Sadly I missed the block
Badly and the ones that came before me dr. Bop and Rock
Daddy, plus being surrounded by real niggas was my big thrill
Cause I was walked up by stand-up niggas from 56 Ville
They helped me get my cheese up, love my K I Ds much
Thats why I would never freeze up when its time to throw B's up
We need a Jesus to relieve us when millies bust
Now we're over seas plus with euros and visas
58, 57, 56, 55th that's my area and I rep it with the quick
How many homies it be grips and they on the sippy trip
Down for the block and it's the same shade as the homie Mitchy Slick, nigga

[Chorus]
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down for the...
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block
Down, down for the block

[No lyrics]

[Chorus]
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?

Ever since November hit
I can't remember shit
Unless I was in your chick
When I picked her she was a limber bitch
She say I sent her quick
And treated her as cold as Denver get
That wimper shit for simpers dont enter 'cause I'm winter trick
And I like my hoe's cold young dumb lungs done
Now shes an old soul, ate her like lamber throw rolls
Shorty's come and shorty's go
This skinny chick orgy blows
Horny bro lookin for thicky
Hunt her down like Lori Stroll
I'm plum start butt naked in my white socks
Might pop my top and hype the block when the light stops
Just call me cyclops
I see what others might not
The white cops are on me, aww man we're in a tight spot
It's ironic though I'm bad yep my mama grow the lad who rob the corner co. for cash up in Monaco
I'm half native got a relative named Jeroni-ho
And this personas fuck the drama only honor dough
I know who died plus and who did it
Shot these sirens can you dig it
Cut off your arm and fan you with it
Some listen to me and say “damn you wicked”

[Chorus]
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?

[No lyrics]

[1st Verse]

This ring
Got me a top notch
Straight hot fox
We sought rocks
And the Ewok Slot
Was caught
Got dropped two
Playing hopscotch
On the block
Ought not twat plot
Yo for hops knot
I brought dots
This ring
Help me remain sane
No dame games
Came from bane
To a changed man
No cane thang
Refrain from gang bang
Slang a praying brain
Reigns family fame
Then came pain
Say hello to TechN9NE
Everybody
Wanna be down with a nigga
Women get a whiff of the money
Thinking of taking it from me
They get up in the club
Giving the love
Throwing the pussy
Full of liquor and bud
Booty hopping around up in the MO
Get to looking around
Every ho wanna lick a nigga low
Infatuated
With niggas with dough
Get em in the sack
And try to make 'em let it go
Tech N9NE
Be autographing bitches
In front of rapping niggas
Who think of having figures
They get to grabbing triggas
They can't imagine villains
When they come back and get us
We get to whacking niggas
I ain't never
Wanted no parts of this
I don't never want to break
Another heart for this
Why the devil
Gotta make it
Why the Lord
Wanna make something that'll kill
Something so marvelous

[Hook]

This ring
Brings demeaning demons
In G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being
Mrs. Thing
With this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
With Tech N9NE
If I did no music
Then would you
Respect mine
This wedding band
And music
Draws a line between life
And Tech N9Ne

[2nd Verse]

This ring
Was supposed to protect a nigga
Best for niggas
Who couldn't stop having sex
With bitches
Bless the Mrs.
Who stress to kiss us
Even though we spend our
Checks with strippers
Obsessed with clitorises
This ring
Made a nigga feel macho
Cry for
Lie for
Die for
My ho
Nigga I go face Diablo
With a hostile gospel
If I can't have tres or cuatro
Little vatos
Imma let a lot flow
What they sell
Up in Osco
Up a nostril
That sound like
Tech N9NE
Nigga where the weed
Where the mutha fuckin'
Blow
And the hoes
Next to me
Is ecstacy
Asking me if I wanna roll
Bitches never gave a fuck
About a fling
Makes it exciting
When a married nigga
Wanna fuck around
And bitch know he's down
For the fling
I've been tested
And a lot of times
Been invested
Didn't know this Tech shit
Would constantly get a nigga
Molested
Been approached
By some of the best tricks
In the game
And they came strong
But I hanged on
To this ring
And I hope my son
Don't sing the same song

[Hook]

This ring
Brings demeaning demons
In G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being
Mrs. Thing
With this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
With Tech N9NE
If I did no music
Then would you
Respect mine
This wedding band
And music
Draws a line between life
And Tech N9NE

[3rd Verse]

Quincy J. told me
Superstars are good providers
But
Two times out of ten
When we're on tour
Family's not beside us
What
Can a nigga do
When he makes ends
Add more to the time they spend
While he make ends
Everything else breaking
And the bond at the house
May end
And your wifey steady yelling
'bout quality time
And you think
With all the fame and fortune
Shit ought to be fine
But what happens
When the divorce papers
Just gotta be signed
And you lose half
And your children
Cause you gotta be N9NE
I wanna relax with them
And spend time
To the maximum
But if silence is golden
Then me making noise
Is Platinum
I gotta be Tech
And Daddy
And Hubby
But music
Women mixed with family's ugly
I know and you know
That hell will be
Hot for a nigga's infidelity
But until then
God forgive me
For any promises that I broke
Family
Can I be
Forgiven
For all the liquor and weed
That I smoke
When I succeed will I cope
Will I still breathe
Without both
This ring
Tech N9NE
I don't know
But when I go
I'm leaving out dope

[Hook]

This ring
Brings demeaning demons
In G-strings
Songs we sing
Make 'em fiend semen
And green things
Clinging
Dreaming
Thinking of being
Mrs. thing
With this ring
But if I wasn't Tech N9NE
Bitches wouldn't even wanna be
With Tech N9NE
If I did no music
Then would you
Respect mine
This wedding band
And music
Draws a line between life
And Tech N9NE

[No lyrics]

(Tech N9ne:)
I now pronounce me and music together from now until the end of time

Always on the road, Doing hella shows
Day to day high and lows, but that's just how it goes
When you grinding, homie ain't no rewinding
Time but the family behind in this business that I'm in
I don't feel anything and it's hard remembering
Places and faces they think I'm what December brings
The day is just like moments turned to hours ,
All the graphs, sound check, radio spots and quick showers
Hit the stage and get so much love from the fans,
Keep it rough with the fellas, but I make the ladies want to dance
And still I don't think you understand what's real,
While I'm with you with my wife another chance is killed,
And my kids all three of 'em suffer in the worst ways,
Cause last year I missed all three of they birthdays,
So when you see me with me eyes full of pain,
Give me love cause these are three of the reason why I call the road 'the rain'

(Chorus: Tech N9ne)
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)

My little girl said

(Aliya Yates:)
Daddy (What's up), me and Reign really miss you,
Not to mention momma always need a tissue,
I saw your picture in the paper and I kissed you,
I heard you won't be home for Halloween, is this true?
(Right after Halloween baby)
Yea I'm used to it,
Why don't you teach me and Reign how to produce music,
So we can travel everywhere that you're traveling,
And be in the family, me and sissy fighting and tattling
I know you miss that, I know you dig that
Do your fans every wonder about where your kids at?
Is Donny really coming to move with us in L.A.?
Will mommy still love you and be with you everyday?
I gotta go now, I love you daddy but slow down
There's not enough Tecca Ninas to go around
Rainbow's crying she wants to talk to you badly,
(What's up Rainbow, Baby)
(Reign Yates)
I love you daddy!

(Chorus:)
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)

I love my fans
Cause they make it possible for me to provide for the Fam
The fact that my life is in shambles, they could give a damn
When it shakes then they chose it, fakes who hate lose it
They love my pain because it makes for great music
But in the interim this family matter is a tend to one of mine
Leave in January and come back when the winter come like:
Calling my wife when I'm in the rain and then end up getting into a dumb fight
Cause she lonely, you try to console her but you ain't come right
So it's about what and what?
You give them everything they need,
But what they need is your presence indeed,
Life yes has been a strainer
It's like if been a stranger
To my kids and wife
That's the life of an entertainer
More money to gain,
More people to change
Swords deep in the game,
The world's peeping my pain
Out on the road cussing for sure, reaching for fame
Healthy relationship you can't have them when you're living life in 'the rain'.

(Chorus x2:)
So here we are now (In the rain)
A superstar now, (In the rain)
So far now, (In the rain)
The Rain (I'm walking in rain)
I live my life like (In the rain)
Just for the limelight (Is it rain for singers)

[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So this songs is gonna tell me (???)
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shit is hella fake)
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
The blaze happen
I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I
(Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
(Talkin' shit and ?? people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I shoulda been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
???? is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
???? is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangstas want a head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ??? bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
But it seems these punks are confussed because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!
This ain't no punk shit
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get layed down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed klown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it
Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne

[No lyrics]

[Tech N9ne -Chorus]
Im here to give you my table and chess stress
life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test
when you're covered in wet sex,
with no glove you just vexed
'cause life is so less blessed
feel like death is the best bet
Im here to give you my table and chest stress
life is so full of fear like an A-I-D-S test
when you're covered in wet sex,
with no glove you're just vexed
'cause life is so less blessed
feel like death is the best bet

[Tech N9ne - Verse 1]
I mean, aint no way up out of this dream
nowhere to skip a scene not with all them demons stuck on the screen
so many unrest I bring serene living within means green
but things seem bleak
Im beesteemed for the kings team
major corporations firin' I feel obligated to hire 'em
higher desired I'm wired my empire is tiresome
but if she fly I'll invite her to my asylum
alumni find relaxation off in a bonsai
this bad season got me in my past sneezin'
seeing the muthaf-cka singin taking a nina away but I guess they had reasons
'till I had freakin ash leakin' nap seepin' Crash deacon
givin' a sermon off my sick and twisted class teachin
you see now this aint no f-ckin freestyle
my people startin' to eat now with the Angela Yee gal and Phillip chow
n-ggas is ready to freak out
yea I got a little money to piece out
to some but the rest be plottin' on me wanna stick me up like a decal.

[Chorus]

[Tech N9ne - Verse 2]
My Hungarian honeys locked up for manslaughter
now her mother and father cant even hug their damn daughter
such an insane part of life when life really became harder
only way they saw me in jail was to visit Dwayne Carter
then Im off in Spain sort of lame 'cause no dame saw us
never did play with the labia
all I ate was paella
then ex b-tches its all part of the Tech riches
so I get vicious,they know I keep with the best b-tches
then I sex with it
to bend her over the table is less stress
with no bra and her breast on the table her chest pressed
my people fallin' while I continue to jet set
but I got the power to bless
the beat bangin' yea Tech n-gga

Drop any corrections in the comments and let me know what you think of the Tech N9ne Table and Chest Stress Lyrics?

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Tech N9ne
Aye, a nigga came to party
151 Rum, Bacardi
Pineapple juice and Malibu get it started
Then, Oh Lordy, I seen a big booty shawty

[Chorus] x 2 Krizz Kaliko
To the beat, sex
I'ma beat that
To the beat, sex
I'ma beat that
To the beat, sex
I'ma beat that
To the beat, sex
(Knock, knock it out the body)

Tech N9ne
I got rhythm (cha)
When the women see me on stage
Later on we sexually engaged, that's what I give em
Strokes full of energy (cha)
Beat it like my enemy (cha)
Watch a nigga centipede on lemon, Sprite, and Hennessy (cha)
Pumpin on the thick woman is my thang (cha)
Crunk on a bitch, bumpin to my game (cha)
57th Street, got the legged D
Cum on a big ???? (cha)
Tech's immaculate, but when I style, checkin' all the bitches gon' KNOW (cha)
That I pump the magic, when the people ask, when the meat's molasses they GLOW (cha)

Hit it hard, then it's scarred
Dig it til it's split apart
Get it when it's witted
Clitted, pivots, quit it when it's dark

Then wake up in the mornin' (cha)
Straight to the beat we bonin' (cha)
No, we not kiddin' so I guess you can say we grownin' (cha) (kids cheering)
And you can smell that
Steamin' hell cat
'cause I swell that, long dong
Play wit it like her own toy (cha)
If you can feel that
Run and tell that, run and tell that, home boy, ho ho home boy.

[Chorus] x 2

Kutt Calhoun
Yo young baby what you do-lien, do-lien?
Yeah, you heard of me
That Mr. Bunk Rock, hit your funk spot
Long dong home-no-lien
Got a sex jacket for screw-lien
Too-lien boobies and booties
(The Kutty Coochie King)
Now they crownin me nubian
(Kutty Calzone)
Once I stuff it, then it's a wrap full of sausage
You done sauced it, Porky Piggin' you from the back
'cause I'ma
Beat-deet beat-deet that meat-deet
'til you start twe-deeking out ya sheets
Once you beat-deat then I'm gon' skeet-deet
I'm out gon' ??? each down your streets
To the rhythm of the kick drum
Bitches wantin to get their clits sprung
Hen and Bacardi gets the dick numb
That was the old me
To all the women who know'd me
Promoted by word of mouth to the noseys
Life was like pickin' up women off
I was pickin' up different bitches nightly
More off to stick my dick in them, YEAH
I was quite sinister, all ya hoes I remember ya
But
Now that I'm married got a wife that I be hittin up

[Chorus] x 2

Bizzy
Look, gizzle
Naw
OK we lookin' for them peanut butter milkshake big misses
Throw a dick all up in your bitches
Young bitch front a milli out the mout
Wit your nigga Tecca Ninna, better guard your chickens
I'm due, for a little bit of stickin'
Might even do a little bit of lickin'
Gotta be back for that treatment, you tell us' ho you might end up missin'
I be givin' them hell in the sheets
Like feel like yo pussy in hell of a beast
Yo be up in that thang for weeks, but give a Bianca an hour at least
Gotta pop that P when I'm in that V that let's me know you G
Stay wit me sexin' you's all I need fuckin that Jonesy.
Bang bang like pops
When I'm in the pink I don't stop
If you pussy good when I pull up out you better guard your grill or get shot. (blauw!)
Ain't no discussion, when them Vickys drop I'm goin' in
Settin' your ass up tonight, get down like a boner be
Pistol's between the mattresses
Goin up while I'm tappin' it
Grippin' and smackin' it
Hope for I to get sucked up after this
This shit right here for the hoes wit heavy duty booties
Gotta fuck me to the beat whenever you get the chance to screw me

[Chorus] x 2

[No lyrics]

[Verse 1] Tech N9ne
Everything was supposed to be all Jesus
Come ease us, we really need to be free from evil deeds plus
Negras, (cha) hide in thee weeds waiting to see us
And we bust then they will bleed trying to seize us (cha)
Bad season, (cha) I'm ready to trip for that reason
How your beefin' gon last when your ass vegan? (grr)
I ask trees when cash is fast,
And weed then gonna have cheese stashed in trash bags,
We'll have fleas then (cha)
Yes sir thats why the milli is in thee dresser
For any motha f'er wanna test for Tech will get him wetter (cha)
Step into death your ex messing with a keffer
Never let your lover get put in less than a bed with a heffer (cha)
The mags breathing (cha)
These fags freezing cause cats teased him
And they passed on that evening (grr)
I flash B's, and sag my flags revving I blast heathins
If they had me in bad season

[Chorus] Tonesha Sanders
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason

[Hook] Krizz Kaliko
Hardly time for no hardey harr, no laughter, (Ah, Ha)
Working them hard I can't leave no starving bastard, (Ah, Ha)
Pardon me if you see a star in me, it startles me
And I ain't come to party but I'm always where them bottles be

[Verse 2] Krizz Kaliko
I'm lookin for the chips for the extra, got too many deaths
And I'm trying to find the way out the Celexa (AHHHHH!)
Church folks telling me "God'll bless ya"
I ain't trying to Busta Rhymes, (Ah, Ha) diffrence is there calling me besta
My season is devil people receiving me
They party to my words but I don't think the motha fuckas is beleving me
Half the time I think my eyes are deceiving me
Fat boy, that boy o'er there, keep they hands in the air
Whoo Kid told me I can nuke it (nuke it)
Rocket till it's putrid (putrid)
Articulate to prove it but motha fuckas is stupid (Okay)
Kali baby, and his thing never leaving (Ah, Ha)
Running out of breath cause I'm breathin the bad season

[Chorus] Tonesha Sanders
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason

[Verse 3] Nesto The Owner
Ahh!
I think I'm outta my mind,
They say I'm outta control
Tech let me go!
This shit right here is a straight jacket flow
It's nuts like pistachios
Can't you tell? Lyrically I'm sprayin' shells
Wit my tongue, the devil's my son
So I'm raisin hell.
Yeah, yeah, say it twice.
Turn you to confetti wit this machetti
I'm like Freddy, you'll die dreamin like Reggie White
Oh, oh, you in town?
People shook when you around,
Cut, they know The Owner's ... like unibrows
Big, big, bad wolf
Yeah I came and blew it down (pfffff)
This is my newest style
Oh, yeah? I'm a mess
Y'all know, everyone got hard flows
Where they at?!
Cause I can never find them like Waldo
Click, click, blauw! (gunshot)
At your stomach feel the POW!
Have you rollin' on the ground,
Bleeding pleading screaming (gunshot) OWWWWWWWWW!
Rest in peace, this a sad evenin'
Tech Krizz and Nes'll show you a Bad Season

[Chorus] Tonesha Sanders
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason
These things must mean bad seasons, and they must be for a reason

[No lyrics]

Verse 1: Tech N9ne
Ey, by now everybody breathin' should be into this
With us even have a membership lovin' me when I begin to rip
But there be some that when I hinder the sinister nemesis
Cuz I'm grim a bit, I am at the end of what I'm finna get
Intricate I'll finish it witta diss fun of his but I get no benefit
I am not a demon cuz I'm always beamin' in on some sinner shit
This shall replenish this menace in glitsed up men've sit on my syndicate
This genesis will spit and diminish shiiiiit (Chorus)

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko
I done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands *Blast, Blast* Clap, clap till their hands are sore.
And possibly could you be afraid of me (afraid of me)
Be careful who you're fuckin' with, boy don't let your ego trip.

Verse 2: Tech N9ne
I can't stands no more like I was Popeye
Then I got my spinach and now the industry dropped by
When I rocked a spot my plot's to be shot high in a dark sky in hops I... will not die
They really are scared of me they said that T would not fly
And credit was deaded but he kinectly sped up and guap rised
Off the top I - will not lie
Bread is my fetish and I really get it that's why I'm a dreaded hip-hop guy
So stop try, do not pry and me won't have to bring the glock by nigga hot fry
Did ya mami witta soft sigh lost why?
Because the jammy did her man like standing on pot pie
And now I keep bitches that'll make Dennis Hof buy twat
I be so paper that it make the cops spy
And now the haters tryin' to mock my walk to the top dynamic and they not I
Boss N9ne!

Chorus: Krizz Kaliko
I done took all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
When we bust they clap their hands *Blast, Blast* Clap, clap till their hands are sore.
And possibly could you be afraid of me (afraid of me)
Be careful who you're fuckin' with, boy don't let your ego trip.

[No lyrics]

(tech n9ne)
Just another piece that I wrote, ya know what im sayin
cause this beat just wanted me to write it

Livin like im dying tomarrow, aint no time for no sorrow
throw on my platnum mavoda, rob a gram on my collar.
spray lucciano suprana, holla at a mamma whos nana lovers hot like acanai (?...)
balla i got a few dollas, ima do wella my fatha taught us to follow quarn and not osama bin lada
my momma was nota but of islam, but god is her wata, so why does the sickness got her like lama just shot her
goose fraba wusa, i gotta get out of this ra ra and fly to hana, lu-lu inside a grata, bulu in five la-matas
no yada yada, they ride on this ride and bob ya then swalla, sun-goddess the color of shaba
then i popped a bottle of maskata, run away on my yamaha vamanos i promisa im never no one to monita-d
by the blue color coppa, we call em erik-a-strata, cha cha, got a wad in my levis and a nigga neva got ta borrow.

(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then

(kutt calhoun)
man i party harder than nitty and gucci lui with henny, like im dying when im on one. taking none of them with me
as sure as my name is bloody kutty cal, you can picture me partyin like its going outta style
I, I feel like im the best that dun did it, most under-rated and hated
but if i died than so be it, then in my head im the greatest it aint a bitch i aint christened,
see the estate ive inventioned and if i died my eulogy would be held at the kemper man
ive dun smoke, i dun drank and popped my pillz to extremities, still do. every now and then i pop more than yosemite,
keep my foes in my innerly and the ones who pretend to be, close to em, cause honestly there the ones who will hinder me
so hence forth remember me, this voice is fittin to be his choice, of energy. by him i mean all men
party like its 1999, smoke my wood tip wine(?), givin all my thanks to god then saying A-men.

(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then

(ubiquitos of ces cru)
till summers end and the winter comes
till grey days turn to yellow ones
i stay grindin for mine i tried to tell them once
to travel to the moon you got to face the elements
and battle any goon you have to cage the elephants
its elementary i speak with a certain elequence
i smoke hella blunts a habit ive been develop since
I was a young boy, playin the silver ball
See ‘em stand, feel em fall
Metallica, kill ‘em all
huh livin like this is my last moment
but a moment could last forever, snap a picture and na-cole it(?)
huh do what ever ya gone, sip on your glass,
hold it up, hit the side on mine get to tippin it back, go in
huh so many days we were sittin low,
better get busy till the day you givin and you get to go where sinners go
pull in the cash, and then spend it slow
better make it fast but then should know
matter no money though its all expendable

(krizz kaliko chorus)
I'm livin like I'm dyin tomorrow, so I gotta do a lot of livin today
I think I'm gon drown in a bottle, and party like I'm thinkin bout goin today
I'm Seein lots of pretty women, so you know I'm goin in
They gon' blow this whole world up, so Imma party up til then

(godemis of ces cru)
hold your breathe count to three ima kill it
killa commitee city chairmen, strapped with a grimma glock and the trigger, bitch, a hair pin
three round burst, i aim it at your brain, spit it when cock it i kiss so they call it sara jane
livin like im going down tomarrow, sit down and drown in a bottle, go out and get anotha bottle
I dont lead i dont follow, if i dont eat i get hollow, i dont even play lotto see chief i need every dollar
yall dont see me but a model(?) or rockin a lotta product, i dont smoke like i wanna, im streching this marijuana
fuck it i call it karma, if i wake up in nirvana. blood is thicker than water the mud is even more shallow
I live in the moment and part of every opponent who pass,
but i put the petal to the metal i got both feet on the gas
this could be the last vers that im writing like it or not everybodies taking to rob and they puttin you right in a box.

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[Verse 1] [Jay Rock]
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neil
Me and my niggas hittin' corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall niggas get chalked like hop-scotch
On my block I'm in ko-hoots with what's goin on
Take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me,
I'm holdin on as if I'm fallin off the edge of a cliff
If I live and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks
Real shit leanin' like a syrup sipper
Henny and sprite mix it up get a cup nigga
Pour out some liqour for my niggas who ain't livin on the surface
After the bottle we load our clips and put in work
Block shit stay in the house when they set trippin'
A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women
East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts, California
I ain't hard to find
Shit I'm down for the block

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[Verse 2] [Kutt Calhoun]
I'm down for the block like I'm down for my wife
And if you niggaz fuck with either then it's down with your life
I got no mercy for your fuck ups or the way that you behave
And represent that from the cradle to the grave
Oh my partner he was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
Better do what Alvin Ailey do and stay up on your toes
Got the dueces and the dres click clackin in the paint
A hard method of surival try to shake it but ya can't
Rather win, lose or draw stand your ground and hold your weight
And if ya still can see your ribs get ya weight up, quit ya hate
Cuz niggas know when in a food fight you wouldn't bust a grape
Spike clicks probably better off choppin with
The K I'm down for my block and I love my town
So Killer City stand up and Kutty Cal can stay hound

[Verse 3] [Big Scoob]
Say the word, watch me bust your shit
I'm the realest mutherfucker with this stranged out clip
Suck the willa on the realer, I ain't playin with you niggas
Godzilla with the milla get to sprayin at you niggas
Yeah, check my history nigga when you mention me
Bet they say I'm in da street, ride her nigga for the V
Fuck the industry, fuckin what you think of me
I don't give a fuck, bet you pussies be respecting me
I love the block, cause my sign in the prime time
You niggas faked ya steady lying in your fuckin rhymes
Saw a nigga, hella twisted off the R nigga
Gutter butter, I be seepin like a ball nigga
Dessert eagle for the people, I be bustin lethal
Know the cola for the soldier, but this all legal
For the block, I'll be screamin villain non-stop
5, 6 on a mission take it to the top

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[Verse 4] [Tech N9ne]
Ey, red drawers, red socks, red everything
Look what they've done to me crazier than I've ever been
Like I needed medicine, I don't think it's eratapheme
That is seen, second lettering,
This ho-head plus wanted me to rep the block
Sadly I missed the block
Badly and the ones that came before me dr. Bop and Rock
Daddy, plus being surrounded by real niggas was my big thrill
Cause I was walked up by stand-up niggas from 56 Ville
They helped me get my cheese up, love my K I Ds much
Thats why I would never freeze up when its time to throw B's up
We need a Jesus to relieve us when millies bust
Now we're over seas plus with euros and visas
58, 57, 56, 55th that's my area and I rep it with the quick
How many homies it be grips and they on the sippy trip
Down for the block and it's the same shade as the homie Mitchy Slick, nigga

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Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?

Ever since November hit
I can't remember shit
Unless I was in your chick
When I picked her she was a limber bitch
She say I sent her quick
And treated her as cold as Denver get
That wimper shit for simpers dont enter 'cause I'm winter trick
And I like my hoe's cold young dumb lungs done
Now shes an old soul, ate her like lamber throw rolls
Shorty's come and shorty's go
This skinny chick orgy blows
Horny bro lookin for thicky
Hunt her down like Lori Stroll
I'm plum start butt naked in my white socks
Might pop my top and hype the block when the light stops
Just call me cyclops
I see what others might not
The white cops are on me, aww man we're in a tight spot
It's ironic though I'm bad yep my mama grow the lad who rob the corner co. for cash up in Monaco
I'm half native got a relative named Jeroni-ho
And this personas fuck the drama only honor dough
I know who died plus and who did it
Shot these sirens can you dig it
Cut off your arm and fan you with it
Some listen to me and say “damn you wicked”

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Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?
Losin my mind,
Yes I'm using my nine this time
Or should I decline and press rewind?

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i becomin like an auto but im murdering everything im a killa wit a mission to flip it im sick wit the given the lip and i be inchin to give it the way for the wicked i stick it with the cricket and they're diggin it,

nigga

like i said it befo' ima get up and go and get it because im mr malignant and keepin you rivetin, livin it paligament sin a bit, and a chick in a minute tecca nina be kickin it

i flow for the middle west, go for your little neck, don't lemme get it, but your hoe ima get it wet

stop and drop on top of twat in your kitchen, not the guap i pop without an admission

hailin from mizzery, you can smell out the hell in thizzery, just remember me,

bussin deliveries and im makin them shivvery, im takin my little city to lyrical liberty

i go for the gusto and lead the ground

no bush to beat around

all the midwest choppers on this track and yes oh we are down

tecca nina wit bone everybody gets on and the MCs we are clown

and we do it like a bullet from a gun, a betta yet the speed of sound

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