Lyrics:
this release
The question everybody wants to know is
Why'd they get this n**** started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
But released
passed me by
If you ask me where I been
It's at my nine-five.
I'm working all day
And over time
Damn
It fucking sucks to have a Nine to Five
Fuck My Nine
Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And b**** if you
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
(Intro) Tech N9ne:
But the cattle had no idea when entering the slaughterhouse that they would never return.
So they went while the other's watch
If you got scratch nigga, get the fuck up
Throw your hands up, if you hella fucked up
Einstein, tech n9ne, two triple zip
Crack a jaw, whip 'em
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
I'm out here chasin' cream
Go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it, go 'n' get it
Need it by any means
Uh, money the rule
yo dad/ it’s all my chi my g/ u still studying swag/ but this aura n feng shui u can’t bag or tag/ ya girl get bagged n gagged/ u don’t have to ask/
celly feet stinkin'
The canteen ran out of menthols
Can't see how grown men wash other men drawers
N***** played the phone room reckless, and get hit
and get your shooter
Get your shooter shot
Shaq Dies', front if you want
Flow through the spirit of Kobe
I don't puff on no blunts
My estate got a shuttle,
[Intro: Icey Rock Craven]
Born in the basement of Bizzle*
Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
The many faces of madness
I bring to you,
slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne try na sound
slow
It's the N O T O R I O U S
You just lay down slow
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Everybody wanna Shyne off of BIG
Get it, Shyne try na sound
at my hat
'N I'm a giggle wit' 'em, 'cause I just want to get wit' 'em
I don't hit 'em, I just want to stick 'em
So I pull baby girl to the side
She
Whip N Drive (Whip N Drive) (Ad-lib)
Its 9-Milly in better shape then ever with a long john thermal eight ball leather(?)
#8 Jordans with a double strap
Whip N Drive Whip N Drive (Whip N Drive) (Ad-lib)
Its 9-Milly in better shape then ever with a long john thermal eight ball leather(?)
#8 Jordans with
neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
F***in' field cats and chat
No Limit n****, real n****, who
Don't give a f*** when you dead
**** with no dough so she don't want no f*** n****
A f*** n**** what I took you out to brunch eggs Benedict with waffles
Then I took you out to lunch stop
no tame swing (gotta get mark)
Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss,
Nigga get tossed by the boss
And I'm off the hook when I put it down Bone,
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne)
Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea
over birds
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