Who you be n*gga, strange and beligerant.im the definition of stupid crazy and iganant
Kutty is always into it,never know when im fitn to get saucy then get sh*t bossy
I take the pus*y and christen it, pass it to n*gga krizz(?) and pretty soon its beast
f*ckin your main little squeeze, and won't remember it, each moment intimate freaks moaning
Im innocent,scream they want it in em. quick please. i won't c*m in a b*tch
And even white hoes want address a brotha, caress a brotha so we just call them careful lovers
Oh careful brotha, I used to slide out in the day but i ain't tryin to slide it out with some aid
n*gga yous feelz me
I know they want some of that cloudy and naze so i just tell em and around by way its gunna kill me(2x)
(Tech N9ne)
If ya trippin I'mma hit'cha, betcha won't hit me back
When I hit'cha with this tech I bet'cha won't hit me back
I know ya hate the way I skeet in the lac, three gonn' be in the back with the semi, semi, semi
Suwoop whoop suwoop whoop suwoop
(Gunn be furious when I be checkin you!)
When I got back with the Villians I got this feelin of togetherness, no better clique was reppin than harder than Villian/
I talked to Scooby the general, he told me trippin was minimal because'a the hardest in red, I told'im fill me in/
He told me rock, better yet bob runnin from kelly from cops to KC n put the red rag n rocks on Scoobynim/
Infected the midwest blocks, that was 85 now I'm locked on 57th n got cowards ready to do me in/
I'm 34 now, n still its war, how? Beacuse I rep 5 6 n 7 for sure pal/
N I dont walk with my n*ggas, or talk to my n*ggas no more, but me n the Villians n Hosses, n*ggas galorin n
I'm lost in riches on tour n I'm off in b*tches n whores n I'm tossin liquors in Florida n n*ggas in Denver are sore with us/
Oh why? Oh the crips n the bloods had n*ggas die, so how can you look me in the my eye/
Like cuz be, because I ain't smoked the lovely/
N went to the burrial ground n burried n*ggas who loved me/
Thats disrespect homie, we got respect only we dont bludgen n*ggas to death when in you jecks homies/
They put they specs on me glancin at my wrist watch/
Like I ain't with Deuce n Nick off in this spot/
Like I ain't got ties to the 56 block, real n*ggas that'll kill you, listenin to Slipknot/
Got us bustin out of a red Impalla/
n*ggas better call Africa Bambada/
Or Ja, Yawe, Jesus, then Allah, cuz n*ggas gunn' whip ya like a human pinyatta/
Halla, I'mma give a n*gga necrosses, I'm hopeless when I'm in ya focus just notice my psychosis is the dopest/
N I'm about to get my n*ggas back into rap, with they straps in they lap, 57 with the gat, hit me back!
If ya trippin I'mma hit'cha, betcha won't hit me back
When I hit'cha with this tech I bet'cha won't hit me back
I know ya hate the way I skeet in the lac, three gonn' be in the back with the semi, semi, semi
Suwoop whoop suwoop whoop suwoop
(Gunn be furious when I be checkin you!)
So i get sh*t back before i hit ya back
When i click and clack n*gga if its this and that
If its frick and frack
Blood i can get you back
So whoop whoop so whoop
And you can put a b*tch on that
I boost the view to prove that you just a batch
Matter fact the dude will boost and ill kill his cap
Oops i mean imposter invision that, better let it it ride or you can never hit me back. n*gga
If ya trippin I'mma hit'cha, betcha won't hit me back
When I hit'cha with this tech I bet'cha won't hit me back
I know ya hate the way I skeet in the lac, three gonn' be in the back with the semi, semi, semi
Suwoop whoop suwoop whoop suwoop