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Tech N9neCome Gangsta

The spiked red hairand theand 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
Thatthat's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggas don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me Come gangster
And then compare me to Nelly What ya bang bra
So this songs is gonna tell me so called gangster Niggas, who the fuck has always been the bigger G
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 niggas this is toughin' I
Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' telling 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'
They're wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I
Rap at niggas constantly they never know the money Nina makes
Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' 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 niggas know the rest
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangster for an old lady bro
Gangster niggas don't hate me no
Wanks niggas won't face me though
Talkin' shit and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest
OK
I rep the town harder than any of you niggas
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangster
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangster
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangster
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangster
Is what they sayin' to me
I should've been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare little' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said Gangster
Messy Marvin Coleone is so Gangster
But I really ain't Gangster
I need to come a little Gangster
Scratch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so Gangster
You need a bit of that Gangster
You need to hang wit a Gangster
Mr Stinky vigilante so Gangster
Brother Lynch is Gangster
The Bigger Figga is Gangster
57 RD Vs are so Gangster
The nigga fifty is so Gangster
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangsters 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 gonna' skip and try to go get the money grip
OK, you niggas kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit
Cause you niggas fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankful to who
By the way homie what's gangster 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
Come gangster
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangster
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangster
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangster
Is what they sayin' to me
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gonna' 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 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 motherfuckers 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' gangster 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
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggas get laid down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed clown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangster then you can suck my dick
I might look like a clown
But you niggas sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I meanTech N9ne will demolish all you niggas
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 hairand theand 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
Thatthat's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Haters in these times
Niggas don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me Come gangster
And then compare me to Nelly What ya bang bra
So this songs is gonna tell me so called gangster Niggas, who the fuck has always been the bigger G
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 niggas this is toughin' I
Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' telling 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'
They're wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I
Rap at niggas constantly they never know the money Nina makes
Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' 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 niggas know the rest
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangster for an old lady bro
Gangster niggas don't hate me no
Wanks niggas won't face me though
Talkin' shit and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest
OK
I rep the town harder than any of you niggas
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangster
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangster
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangster
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangster
Is what they sayin' to me
I should've been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare little' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said Gangster
Messy Marvin Coleone is so Gangster
But I really ain't Gangster
I need to come a little Gangster
Scratch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so Gangster
You need a bit of that Gangster
You need to hang wit a Gangster
Mr Stinky vigilante so Gangster
Brother Lynch is Gangster
The Bigger Figga is Gangster
57 RD Vs are so Gangster
The nigga fifty is so Gangster
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangsters 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 gonna' skip and try to go get the money grip
OK, you niggas kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit
Cause you niggas fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankful to who
By the way homie what's gangster 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
Come gangster
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangster
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangster
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangster
Is what they sayin' to me
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gonna' 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 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 motherfuckers 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' gangster 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
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggas get laid down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed clown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangster then you can suck my dick
I might look like a clown
But you niggas sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I meanTech N9ne will demolish all you niggas
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

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