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[Tech N9ne] I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo Sold pieces for my reli, chasing peso Now they want me with nothing cause I let my pay show So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go On you hating ass niggas I deserve everything I get, A creating cash getter I ain't putting the 2 on the 10 I'm making vast figures You fags bitter, mad Wanna be faking class with us How they thinking they gonna come and conquer us? Little Mini Cooper hating on a monster truck Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck Not a nare nutta brother stutter that conjure a, Nothing, nothing, The Ruger's penetration Inside of ya head is what's sounding like it's bassing Boom, Bing, Bang All you haters in the game, Strange lane taking aim Ain't a damn thing 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 bringing the bucks in [Chorus: x2] They wanna leave me with nothing (Huh uh) But they ain't talking about nothing (Huh uh) So I ain't tripping on nothing (Huh uh) They come to get me, I'm busting (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 fucking with Will, We used to play fight Then one night, We came up with Vill Young thugs dump drugs Nigga hungry for meals Young thugs jumped blood Nigga itching for kills Shit was real in the field, man This shit was too real Lost my homies to this shit, man This shit is for real But nigga, Nowadays the streets They go hard on the hustler All these pussy niggas lacking So us real niggaz suffer Not plentiful for me no more It's hoes in the game Since I smell when paper folding, man I rolling with Strange Pour some whiskey, Party with me Tell the Feds if they miss me They ain't coming for me now Then nigga, Bet they don't get me So all you motherfucking sucker niggas wishing me gone Big homie, Strange Music Resurrection, I'm home [Chorus: x2] [Messy Marv] All I do is sell dope and nigga 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 talking loud will get a nigga a hit You see them cherry red chucks? Yeah, I'm with the shit 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 nigga got 'em Click-Clack, nigga Yanka get yanked on There's been a lot of hating, nigga Since I came home Anything a nigga do, homie It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4 They wanna bee a nigga dead, man But nothing, Tech fuck them motherfuckers They could keep hating [Chorus: x2]