[Intro] Don't hate us Cause our flows makes us mo' papers
[Hook 1: Tech N9ne] (2X) I will mistake your bitch sickness Gets dismissed with the quickness This nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick
[Verse 1: Phatts Bossilini] Since the beginning, I only been in it for winning Through every inning 'till the ending, chase gs, these pretty women Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings Swimmin' in my water tank and drinkin' Henn' and lemon It's realistic, you got shit twisted don't get lifted off the feet I keep 6 clips with my heat like I'm enlisted Nigga this is far from the army, navy or marines We forming the gravy new lyrical criminal team To make the green, fuck you fakers my eyes dreamy For that 2000 Benz with doors like Lamborghinis Or Carrera Porsche, still enforce ones with flavor Bitch save the royal players don't hate an innovator
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] You got a disease, nigga, so please ease away from me's, nigga My feas ease be's about that cheese, nigga Your PH balanced for a man, but made for the woman Let's understand this: Niggas backwards: "ish-hop!" When do the shit stop? Nigga, like Atlantis we live and learn 'Bout to playa hate when a nigga get his gs, flippin' hella keys Fuckin' bitches, money got the riches When the other mitches work at Micky D's I done seen, niggas straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me Currency thickness due to the bitch sickness This Tecca Nina, niggas hate me thinkin' that they grass is greena They the tortoise and I'm the huffin' hyena, never dealin' with a bitch Nigga, this one goes to the bitch one's hoes This one flows like a quick gun blows when the bitch shit unfolds
[Hook 2: Tech N9ne] (2X) I will mistake your bitch sickness (Don't hate us) Gets dismissed with the quickness (Cause our flows makes us) This nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick (Mo' papers)
[Verse 3: Rame Royal] When the bullets fly squat knee high like Magnum P.I Lace my chucks up, vest up, this life is messed up They the fake, known to playa hate, low like snake Beat a snitch to beat the cakes and straight laugh at your wake You outta shape since '88, you've been losin' the race Couldn't keep the pace, but the hate's just sealin' your fate Talkin' what you at, what you gon' do, like you the man Bumpin' two bazooka tools in a dented Trans Am You livin' dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean When we ridin' beams you steam, we drunk off ream Life for riches, gold diggas havin' finesse Put a slug to your chest with they bitch sickness
[Verse 4: Phatts Bossilini] I hit they high I got it, so come get this with the quickness I'm antibiotics for that bitch sickness A few plotted, I spotted 'em, scope that made them open They mouth to see if my Glock and dick fit bitch Nip this shit in the butt, split or split, twist above Flick the bic, light the bud, let my lips hit the butt Ain't no tryin' just smokin' Oakland city thug Leave your head fryin' like your brains on drugs Investigator on a respirator, rain unplugged Since I'm ballin' rhyme they all in mine, but it's one love You ain't knowin', this R&G prodigy is buildin' flowin' Dope selling to the paper touch the ceilin' Uh
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[Verse 5: Tech N9ne] A menace in this business for this village stack of papers Ghetto chemist get us biggest spitters for this pack of haters We roll with fat teenay pom, for those who hate we stay bomb We come back poppin' like bigwom fayzon, player hate on This Midwest side nigga, we rogue dogs on the ride, killer With the Nnutthowze so ain't no need for us to hide scriller This nine milla wrecks like the princess, leavin' hater rappers defenseless Like Forrest they keep running, Tech N9ne: gunning Watch your back for the bitches with the sickness, come and get this Pistol grip, hit a nigga with the milli gets On the level with a nigga with the silliest mind state Unrealistic, your bitch sickness gets dismissed With the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick, kiss this dick
[Verse 6: Rame Royal] These niggas copy cat practicin', yo shit is has been You get choked, blade horse roped, open your throat With a razor blade, no prints, die slow shit Chance of livin' lookin' hopeless, you turn to codice Just cause I got the nuts to roll natural you wanna be phat Where the boss at? My Gucci linkin' learn to floss that It's best that you get your own dude and wear your own shoe Do what the boss do, I catch you, it's gonna cost you This small world, get your own shit, I'm tryin' to fit Rame and Tech N9ne spit for money grip, we makin' hits Trip this: I'm from the city where guns ain't shit Hundreds, think back, you hated fast, but now I've done it, done it
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[Intro] (2X)
[Hook 1] (2X)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
