[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 n**** Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white s*** he doin' man
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
n***** 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 so called gangsta n*****, who the f*** has always been the bigger G?
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' b******
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his m***in'
Heres f*** you n***** this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the f*** you thinkin' telling me this s*** 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 n***** constantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how n***** formulate they hatin'
You f*****' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never correlate 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 n***** know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta n***** don't hate me no
w***sta n***** won't face me though
(Talkin' s*** and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay
[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you n*****
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 b**** or a w****
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 b**p they gums who the one
Said a n**** wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a n**** might scare lil' ones
He's a f*****' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
Messy Marvin Coleone is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come a little (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the n**** fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigilante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
The Bigga Figga is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The n**** 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 n***** kill me in Nosferatu ?? bit my s***
Cause you n***** fill me surprised that I got you right here with my s***
So you gotta be thankful to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty b****** all up on your d***)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? b****!
[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 confused 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 s***
n**** this is strength at it's finest
I made this s*** so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you p***** who says this Tech s*** ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You m************ is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king b****
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling s***
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish 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
b****** they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
n***** 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 s***
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my d***!
I might look like a clown
But you n***** sound like a m***********' circus
f*** you m************!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
This n**** is the tightest n**** movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you n*****
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
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 n**** Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white s*** he doin' man
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
n***** 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 so called gangsta n*****, who the f*** has always been the bigger G?
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' b******
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his m***in'
Heres f*** you n***** this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the f*** you thinkin' telling me this s*** 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 n***** constantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how n***** formulate they hatin'
You f*****' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never correlate 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 n***** know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta n***** don't hate me no
w***sta n***** won't face me though
(Talkin' s*** and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay
[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you n*****
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 b**** or a w****
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 b**p they gums who the one
Said a n**** wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a n**** might scare lil' ones
He's a f*****' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
Messy Marvin Coleone is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come a little (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the n**** fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigilante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
The Bigga Figga is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The n**** 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 n***** kill me in Nosferatu ?? bit my s***
Cause you n***** fill me surprised that I got you right here with my s***
So you gotta be thankful to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty b****** all up on your d***)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? b****!
[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 confused 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 s***
n**** this is strength at it's finest
I made this s*** so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you p***** who says this Tech s*** ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You m************ is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king b****
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling s***
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish 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
b****** they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
n***** 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 s***
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my d***!
I might look like a clown
But you n***** sound like a m***********' circus
f*** you m************!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
This n**** is the tightest n**** movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you n*****
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