歌手:Tech N9ne
专辑:《Sickology 101》

I used to press my
****ies with
Stay FloSold pieces for my reli,
Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause
I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my
Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you hatin ass ******
I deserve everything
I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini
Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such,
I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin,
The Ruger's penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing,
BangAll you haters in the game,
Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang sane,
I get it in
Want some drama?
Well I can fit it in
We can make it so you're no longer a citizen
Suction from beneath you
We just a little dust'n
All because
I'm bringin the bucks in[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me,
I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me,
I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)[Big Scoob]
On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops
I used to cop and used to chop
And dump my rocks at
Ms. Scott's
And on the late night at
Ms. White's
I'm ****in with
Will, We used to play fight
Then one night,
We came up with
VillYoung thugs dump drugs
***** hungry for meals
Young thugs jumped blood
***** itchin for kills
**** was real in the field, man
This **** was too real
Lost my homies to this ****, man
This **** is for real
But *****,
Nowadays the streets
They go hard on the hustla
All these ***** ****** lackin
So us real ****** suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It's hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with
StrangePour some whiskey,
Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then *****,
Bet they don't get me
So all you mutha****in sucka ****** wishin me gone
Big homie,
Strange Music
Resurrection,
I'm home[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me,
I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me,
I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)[Messy Marv]
All I do is sell **** and ***** talk bricks
Talk with bananas and talk clips
Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me
Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em
All that talkin loud will get a ***** a hit
You see them cherry red chucks?
Yeah, I'm with the ****
Anyway I bounce out, man
I hit 'em up and
I'll lock up with you
We could get 'em up
I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom
They call me 19-5 cause a ***** got 'em
Click-Clack, *****
Yanka get yanked on
There's been alotta hatin, *****
Since I came home
Anything a ***** do, homie
It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4
They wanna bee a ***** dead, man
But nathin,
Tech **** them mutha****az
They could keep hatin[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me,
I'm bustin (Uh huh)
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me,
I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)