[Intro] Huh, my nigga Don Juan, damn.. Been knowin' you for a long time, nigga (heh) We did a lot of shit together, man On this music tip, man Beautiful shit we did, dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, with Quincy man Made all that shit pop, Yukmouth and everybody, Dubb C and everybody Had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin'? But that shits about to come to an end, dog You know? Never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all niggas know me The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog So listen hard, cause I speak real softly, like this:
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] Just think: What if I could just, just blink your shit away? Niggas think: Because a nigga bust, I grips and grips of pay The pain grows in fame and kangos we're changin' strange hoes Who bang in Range Roves for thangs same shows with lames The rains goes will stain and insane foes who drain And hang rows with brains If you caught it, that means you got it And if you brought it, that means you should have shot it Cause I'm about to drop the ray and Nina locked to kill a liter Proped to meaner nigga I pop the millameter DeMarco I'm 'bout to spark flow ya bark so hearts with parts Gonna make ya heart blow (heart blow), blood And don't be was-in, cuzz-in me buggin' me Bout dubbs I be musclin these clubs really lovin, me It hurts my nigga, the hurt my nigga, but hurt my nigga Is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga At first my nigga Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out my mouth Nigga, I never scare Savoir faires everywhere If you need me believe me it's easy To put hoes in shock to tizzie Watch the wizie, these Glocks'll talk fa' shizie
[Hook x2] Some say I should worry and watch where I walk Yada, yada, yada, nigga, that's just talk I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at yo' front do'
[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne] Industry's faulty, industry's salty (man) The industry cost me, industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me, industry caught me (strain) And you niggas know that the industry's awfully (vain) I ain't a snake nigga, all I did is make niggas money With Sonny now its funny, you playa hate niggas Over some cake the fake of a show me state nigga In my face will be Don Juan The Great to late nigga I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot And people who speakin' usually weak and out for peace and no beef a lot Remember we used to kick it like bros Now you niggas act like bitches and hoes, with ya licorice souls Tecca N9ne I got the wickedest flows No kid in this MO, no misery will ever get wit this Rouge I'm pissed in this hole Little for side a crypt in his soul Instead of a rap I should have twisted his nose Who kept Short Nitty from killin' you? (Me!) Who kept Diamond from drillin' you? (Me!) Whp kept villian niggas from bill dealin' you? (Me!) So now you can take away me and keep on talkin' crazy And I'mma let 'em know where you keep your baby and where you stay, D
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne] You can't turn enough muthafackas against me You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me I'm with the Canties, the Ashbees, the White Bears La Zhunes, the Harris's, and the muthafuckin Timleys The theories, the buyers, the Kennedy's You know the families that are known to be bad for humanity Can he be bad? Can he be tough? Can he be rough? No cream puffs are considered to be rough enough Nobody likes you not even ya bitches, I'm a witness They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin' explicit Always talkin' about how big yo dick is Betta hope Anghellic go multi-platinum to get yo riches, blood This is the end of men who were once friends and then One asshole thought he was somethin' When punks bend over they get fucked! (Get fucked!) Hand over them Tech tapes or get stuck! (Get stuck!) You must think I'm soft for talkin' to Icey Rock 'bout the Nina out I'm trippin' without a doubt I'm a tell you really is yo friend Mail Bakarii and maybe you and him can get together and tell like it is again It's over man, I hope you brought your novacaine I know the pain, is slowly takin' over brain So calm that muthafuckin wombat, I don't need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on rap
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[Outro] That's what I'm speakin' on, dog, that's real shit Nigga once said to me: "Nigga walk around like his shit don't stink Gon' cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass so you can smell that shit," man Ya know what I'm sizzlin'? Dog, you drew first blood man That was dog shit You know what I'm sizzlin' That ain't no friend Talkin' 'bout knockin' me out nigga Ya know what are we Yo
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