The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face Wha, 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 That is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks That white shit he doin' man I've been writing for Nineteen years for sure Hate rules in these times Niggaz don't wanna see me shine Stop me, and then try ta tell me (Come gangsta) And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra) So this songs is gonna tell me ?? Hey, I've been bustin' And fizz knuckin' bitches It tizz nothin' for years puffin' I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' Here's fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I (Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin 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' Theys wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I (Laugh at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes) Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin' You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin' We can never coralate 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 niggaz know the rest) Gay, Is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio Too gangsta for an old lady bro Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no Wanksta niggaz won't face me though (Talkin' shit and books my people people tellin' me that I really need a vest) Okay I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz Where ever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every women's a bitch or a whore When your gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me I shoulda been done come wit a gun For the ones who bump they gums who the one Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up, done Said a nigga might scare, lil' ones He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes With red hair and my face painted They said (Gangsta) Messy Mob and Colion is a (Gangsta) But I really ain't (Gangsta) I need to come up wit a (Gangsta) Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta) You need a bit of that (Gangsta) You need to hang wit a (Gangsta) Mr. Stinky Vigalante so (Gangsta) Brother Lynch is (Gangsta) The Briggit Diggit is (Gangsta) 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta) The nigga fifty is (Gangsta) They say When you in them streets, creep creep Cause some gangstas 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 gon skip and try to go get the money grip) Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit So you gotta be thankfull to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? (Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick) I got that How can see-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch! Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every women's a bitch, or a whore When your gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta 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 gon shine But it seems these punks are confussed 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 mutherfuckers is hard to feel I get your death threats Cause I'm the king bitch Money, groupies, drugs, and alcohol And bling shit But I stay a hella game And you punks is so lame Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole tank [A screech of some kind] 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 Niggaz 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 gangsta, you can suck my dick! I might look like a clown But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus Fuck you motherfuckers! This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it That's why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk Tech N9ne