Tech N9ne

[fox69]

"No More Music By The Suckas"
(feat. Vain, Krizz Kaliko & Oobergeek)

"No More Music By The Suckas"
(feat. Vain, Krizz Kaliko & Oobergeek)



[B.V.]
Young intelligent brotha gangsta demeaner
The game done changed dog eh tell me have you seen her
I'm used to brothas gettin fluent with the pen and pad
Not niggas talkin bout what they shoulda coulda woulda had
So homie watch my flow and yea I dabble in it
I'm puttin words all together like ima scrabble winna
These suckas dead on the track yea they cadavas
Nigga abracadabra now these wack cats are no contendor
These rap cats in the game sweet I call 'em splenda
I'm the realest nigga you ever know, no pretendor
So if you ask me the game need a renivation
So we ain't gotta hear they wack lines on every station
Yo they be like who that is, it's B.v. the god rippin on that whoo kid shit
Ima new breed of emcee on a M-I-C on stand by the resurected game from D-I-E
So if you answer back homie yo just think twice
Cuz fuckin with the guys like blasphemy just no christ
But if ya'll do decide to step up yo homie bring your A game
Spittin lyrical zombies rhymes eatin through they brains

[CHORUS]
No more music by the suckas (Yea Yea Yea)
If you want it, got it for ya (Yea Yea Yea)
No I don't wanna be the one to tell ya (tell ya)
If you ain't one of us, it's a failure (failure)
No more music by the suckas

[Oobergeek]
Eh good morning and good night
We lickin em up and puttin em back to sleep
Cuz they been actin like they got sleep apnea up on they beats
But it ain't their fault, sure I didn't have ain't come quick enough
And in order for how to be hip enough is gon' take these three niggas to come and lift it up, easy
without a damn bone without a dance song
I know you can't trust me white man but believe me
Slave ship comin I think ima hide
You can save them slave deals for them monistads
Om hovi like twenty nine ramadon
Ain't nothin like bein with family in a ryhme-a-thon
Lookin at the time it says mine oh nine
Which means I'm comin to invade you like taliban
Hi, hello, didddat, exit,
Couple more thidddats because the stanky leg was flexin
My words my words I know they quite vexin
But I know they more annoyin thean freestylein while textin
Geez, Capiche, but before you capiche, at ease
And plant your allegance to the double 0
You wanna get up on this track nigga double no (rookie)

[CHORUS]

[Tech N9ne]
Mother fuck the P.D, smile at me when they see me
But they wont play my cd's even though they know it's so demeely
Really cuz they greedy feeding shit on radio and t.v.
See, I'm surprised their never been a kill a P.D spree
N9nes trippin yes I'm bitchin when they act like I ain't rippin
Rhyme spittin I'm line stickin like I designed diction
And this is my mission when I'm in they eyes
Vision Minds quicken entire ripsman of this on the grind strippin
The plot thickens when record executives sign fiction
Align this with his and his fizzles and mind sickens
Rewind this and give it to whomeva's behind listenin
And try an fix 'em meticulous with this n9ne grippin
No more music by the suckas, word from Chuck D
BDS will see me yet rotation will bust free
From media to mediately dissin like fuck me
But when weezy got with speedy tech, the nina's a must see
Thanks weezy it ain't easy to slang cd's and make a bank
When blank pd's spin it but it ain't meaty
And the dj's they be puppets for them motha fuckas
I'm sure they had it nothin like us guess they want no more music by the suckas

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Nobody Cares"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko & Stevie Stone)

"Nobody Cares"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko & Stevie Stone)



[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Swanky all the time...
So don't worry 'bout me cause I'm
Gucci, luchi, all up in my hallsies
Come from Kansas City and
"Get money"'s what they tought me

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I'm a real one, fill 'em, up, I bust and kill 'em
Didn't have to sell my soul to sell some fucking millions
When I drop this Bou Lou drink, it'll put me up in billions
The ceiling never could stop this KC, MO civilian
How ya didn't know we had the green when I'm all up in yo' magazine?
So focused on the flow, fo' fifth, yo' bitch throw shit, that's flattering
We ain't like you others, we got a very sick disease
And, if you get this bug, it may result in making cheese
Made a lot of Technicians, gettin' mo' is the next mission
We got the colleges, the suburbs and the 'jects trippin'
Off of this wealthy, foul-mouthed trigger
Don't even bother to get your wicky styles out, nigga!

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko (Crystal Watson) {Tech N9ne}]
Everything in my head, all these words that I said
(Nobody cares) Nobody cares
(And nobody gives a damn what I say, who I am)
(Nobody cares) Nobody Cares
These bright lights, show my life {nobody cares}
(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)

[Interlude: Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko)]
Fellas better put a chastity belt on yo' spouses
Put-put a chastity belt on yo' spouses (Ugh-huh!)

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
It is what it is, nigga, I'm underground
Y'all saying the same thing, mainstream in trouble now
I'm on my grown man, growin' a little stubble now
A Spotify gotta fly, hustle gotta double down
Murder was the case that I gave 'em
Damn her with my grammar hammer, nobody could save 'em
And we ain't just in Kansas City anymore
We on tour and we on some penny pinchin', "give me more"
If I die today, I'm comin' back, nigga
Strange Music's on big black fat nigga
Cause we resurrected with people been disrespectin'
No equal to this direction, with Kali, people can check it
We be the choppin' and Tech get it poppin' in every Metropolis
Tracks, we be toppin' as far as they flock to us, niggas be jockin' us
I flow, beware, rappers don't be goin' there
Maybe I'm just blowin' smoke in the air and no one cares

[Hook]

[Interlude: Stevie Stone]
I been (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dope, dope)
I get 'em (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dopeboy fresh)

[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]
Bitch, I been out here poppin', been up in these streets
Since I came up out that water, been the illest nigga low key
Got yo' bitch up all on my Peta, bendin' on them knees
Bitch came back around and got backed down
And done fucked around and got beat, it's that, shake down!
Strange, so you know I make cake now
Want to know where's the house by the lake down?
I bought the car, it was the model and I'm make now
I kick back, my feet up, cramp down and re-up
Talk shit and I talk shit, let's pop shit, nigga, G up
Eeee, Whoa, kemosabe, (what ya smelling?)
Walk up in a room all you smell is money
Sixteen to ya tall, King
Like the hitman, nigga, holla, ball game

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Nobody Cares: (The Remix)"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Wrekonize, Bernz, Ubiquitous & Godemis)

"Nobody Cares: (The Remix)"
(feat. Krizz Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Wrekonize, Bernz, Ubiquitous & Godemis)



[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
They said I really don't rhyme anymore
And dreaded the moment the N9na find any dough
Climb in these hoes, he never will shine when he flow
What are you listening to? The music I'm giving to you
Is killing the muthafuckas you kick it and jiggle it to
Some of you get it, but a lot of you never let it
Cause you know when it get up into your woman, I'mma wet it
I'mma wake up, everybody break up, the haters
We do it for real and never do fakers, amaze us
Tecca Nina spending cake up in Vegas
Got the mule and 40 acres decades ago
Nigga, I'mma [?] to grow, look at it
When we city to city, Tech pays the dough
Watching my lyrical bull-et lay ya low
Next way to go and she with it so let's [?]
These bustas be so funny, they all shakin' when I rip
But in my face, they be so chummy, nigga, y'all, fake it when I flip
When they know my flow is money, y'all is bogus so go get from me
Man, I'm over this, how they grungy when they all take it in the hip?
War, I declare, till Donny air
And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Ubi and Godi there
I'm gonna push this hip-hop music to the fullest till I be mayor
I don't give a fuck if I swear, this the goddamn remix to "Nobody Cares"

[Hook: Krizz Kaliko (Crystal Watson) {Tech N9ne}]
Everything in my head, all these words that I said
(Nobody cares) Nobody cares
(And nobody gives a damn what I say, who I am)
(Nobody cares) Nobody Cares
These bright lights, show my life {nobody cares}
(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)

[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
Stare in the face of the careless pair
This facts, ain't nobody gotta say no more
I been breaking my back, while you been crazy relaxed
A workaholic with a bit of crooked halo-lo
Paint so pro that I can't go prone
You better get a step and let the maintenance know
That I kick in doors and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm loving every minute that I grace this show
Game beater, came sweeter, every word they said to me is "damn", diva
Vein heater, flame speaker, ¡MAYDAY! mace, they spray liters
[?] all out cause I'm tearing the crowd
They know I came to drop 'em down a whole lot of stairs
Rockin' so rare, I'm a topper, don't stare
Cause ya know [?], nobody cares

[Verse 3: Godemis]
Catch this bullet, who's the receiver?
I never learn how to follow a leader
In need of a medic or reticle bleeder
You don't give a flying fuck, well, me neither
Maybe I'm overthinking it, look at the way I'm linkin' it
With words, I'm a seamstress
Got plenty of fuel, I pity the fool
And tell 'em ridicule is the bird and the genius
And I mean this, like I seen this
Coming but it don't mean shit to y'all
I'mma pedal to the metal and whenever they ready
They said it, I'm coming to get it till I hit the wall
Stealing all, of the [?], placement of tables turn a bit
So who the fuck's turn is it?
Couldn't give two shits, see, I'm not concerned with it

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bernz]
Is it that my shit's too catchy?
Is it that these hits come naturally?
Is it that we the chosen ones
And y'all never get picked so you act like a bitch?
Tell me why cause you're making me feel bad
Can we all get along? Don't be mad
Carry on, fuck it, bring the feedback
I feel so at home where the odds'll be stacked
Crash course into music business
Better trust yo' muthafuckin' instincts
Cause these [?] are scared of what's different
Until it's banging on top of hit lists
And that's why the industry's fake shit
And Strange Music's here to reign, bitches
We killed the whole opposition
All cause our fans are fuckin' hellicious

[Verse 5: Ubiquitous]
Sometimes, if you say the word, the word falls
On death [?] into half, forget it
It feels like nobody'll care until you stare
Back apathetic, and that's pathetic
Matter fact, it's not in my rap genetics
Whatever the fuck you was after, get it
The law of magnetic attraction'll come and cause
Reaction, dog, you only have to let it
Act upon my instinct when I set the bar
Let the cards fall where they may play
52, now pick it up, I, make the mess
Maybe yes, that's where they stay
No, fear to show, I'm clear to go
Anybody else who ever been here should know
That I've always had a passion and purpose
It's far from a theory, yo, but y'all don't hear me though

[Hook]

[Bridge: Stevie Stone (x2)]
Eeeee! Hit 'em with the muthafucka
They don't wanna come with the N9ne
I'mma get 'em, Kaliko, ¡MAYDAY!, Ces Cru
Strangeland, we mix all wit'em like

[Verse 6: Stevie Stone]
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, hear the remix
We bound with a mean now, rush time
Stage killer fuckin' with a main nigga
But the other Strange nigga, Brotha Lynch, gon' cut 'em up
Come in a noose, ya (cover contusions), vertical movement
(The kid is a problem, better yet, he a nuisance)
All on my dick, nigga!

[Verse 7: Krizz Kaliko]
I'll get off my own dick, nigga, if you get off it
I'm sick, nigga, puke it off, [?] refuse to walk it
Independent nigga who's [?] refuse to loss
And, if ya get offended, bust a move's an option
On the low (low), too many people is peepin'
We frequently eat up a piece of fajita, think he equal to me
I let him know that he could be in the seat
And takin' off his feet about it and I'mma tweet about it
Reppin', me and the Tech, nigga, we effin'
When we done, they wish we never left it
And I'm guessin' you never had to pull out your weapon
I'm the next best, give 'em a lesson (okay)
The way we eat a nigga's lunch, [?]
Man, fuck it

 

[fox69]

"Nothin'"
(feat. Big Scoob, Messy Marv)

"Nothin'"
(feat. Big Scoob, Messy Marv)



[Tech N9ne]
I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo
Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso
Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show
So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go...
On you hatin ass niggaz
I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter
I aint puttin the 2 on the 10
I'm makin vast figures
You fags bitter, mad
Wanna be fakin class with us
How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?
Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck
Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck
Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...
Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Aint a damn thang 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 bringin the bucks in

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (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 fuckin 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 itchin 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 hustla
All these pussy niggaz lackin
So us real niggaz suffer
Not plentiful for me no more
It's hoes in the game
Since I smell when paper foldin, man
I rollin with Strange
Pour some whiskey, Party with me
Tell the Feds if they miss me
They aint comin for me now
Then nigga, Bet they don't get me
So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone
Big homie, Strange Music
Resurrection, I'm home

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

[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 talkin 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 alotta hatin, 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 nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz
They could keep hatin

[Chorus]
They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)
But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)
So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)
They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)

 

[fox69]

"Now It's On"
(feat. Lejo)

"Now It's On"
(feat. Lejo)



Wicked wicked
Now it's on [echos]

[Short Nitty]
I murder your whole city
Nigga like Frank Nitty's hideous as idiots
Niggas betta get respect when I flex
Comin tech flows like amphibians
From here to the Carribeans
Unexplored territories like Venus
Niggas never seen the teen the teams keenest
Bury ya mind like Zimas
Infared beamers keep ya posse on my penis

[Tech N9ne]
Now it's on
Wickeds in this da link a mid to west flex
Did a piss
To this bitch who dis this cl-ick
Bliss is hangin that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on
Shit on
Hit on
Get on the dick of this
Sl-ick niggaRA
But you can always call the Nina
A killer in America
Amerikilla

[Short Nitty]
I got skills to kill
Like overdosin pills
Blood spills for million dollar bills
You can't try to peel this
Or feel the illness
Of a nigga that's comin out real (real)
I don't know why
Nigga you livin a lie
A plus I despise those who try
A nigga like I this high and fly and sly
Mid west side so you just might die

[Tech N9ne]
Check it out
I murder these hoes, Hercules flows
My shit carries on like hepatitis
So don't bites me
An enemy
Gimme no fuckery foul like (what)
Now I gotta cock it to re-write it
I might just
Make a nigga bite dust
When I bust plus
Can maybe feels great
Can it be ill? yes
Sanity kills a real nigga but still
I wreckin like I'm a Deville
The best, the NINE!, correct, BURN!
Now it's your turn
You must LEARN!
Misery niggas the craze like 24 gang niggas on SHERM!
When it's on I be heated like a hot comb
Tell these punk muthafuckas to leave me alone
When I'm in the zone you get blown away
Get the clothes away
Mitch Bade niggas cause it's on today

[Chorus 18x]
Now it's on

[Lejo]
Now let me smoke and choke
Let these niggas know that Lejo ain't brought no jokes
Nigga betta learn the ropes
We like costra nostra
And'll fuck around and cut yo' throat
Decapitation facin devastation nations when they ragin can't stop this
Nigga you can catch a fist
And you can rest in piss
But the diss and you thought I missed
I'm indestructable and untouchable
Ain't givin a fuck about what you know
I don't love no hoe, I don't mug no mo
But I'm still collectin my other dough
Now peep the rawness my rhymes is flawless
Fools get tossed for tryin to floss like bosses
People can call this the clique wit no losses
Cause a nigga can flow from September to August
Deeper than seven seas, colder than no degrees
Niggas is easy to get down on ya knees
When you fuckin wit rhymes like these
I always find that he's bitin my shit it's me he's tryin to be
No more chances understand this
I'm the man wit the plan I stand from Kansas
And this weed enhances scandalous dances
What is in my hands will take yo last glances
Fuckin wit a technicality, that's what it gotta be
Nigga sittin on the side of me
My mentality makes fatality reality
Split yo anatomy, assault and battery
Niggas pray to God we stop, we won't though
Askin who's on the top, they don't know
But don't no muthafucka in the muthafuckin western muthafuckin hemisphere really want Joe
Associated with a deadly force we got codes
Deeper than morse
Sounds like (noise)
And needle points bullet shoot through a horse
So of course
I'm leavin niggas dead like a corpse

[Gun shot then a pause...]

[Tech N9ne]
Don't test me
Biatchres
Another collorialism I came up wit the bitch deep this twist
Betta hurry pick a position I do for when you niggas submited to Amerikilla did it and then I
I quit it I flip in a minute I'ma get them rellish lips
You can't sell us dip
We gettin high off K bombay (bombay)
Packin hella heat like Pompay (Pompay)
Itch-made abay igga-may anyway
I get ill when I feel like, gettin biz
You know what that is?
I know what that is
When I be rippin eveybody know what that is
Rewind, SLEMET, NIET, HAA, HEEEH!!
If anybody wanna catch this
I just said fuck demons and I got pit backwards
And that's bomb futuristic attack shit
Match this
Takes hella practice
To rips scripts nigga gotta be thug
I gotta make this shit make sense so I can say 'made it ma'
Top of the world
Gimme life or give me death
Death becomes evil like asmodious I gotta a melodious flow
It becomes podious changeable
Untameable angel
Anghellic
Bustin like a Magnum, Tom Selleck
Advisary terror
Sick of loosin money in Harris
Mac assasin like Anotonio Banderas
How many niggas you know I bust style
So ambidextrous and I mean I'm buck wild
When it's on
I be heated like a hot comb
Like I said in the first, zone
Accident prone
But these niggas don't wanna flex wit Tech when the heat is on
Nigga
Now it's on

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"O.G."

"O.G."


[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Raised in the middle of the land full of barbecue stands and the brothers throw hands
Every buddy gritten getting grands Kansas city were the pretty women make you say DWAM!
Kicks it like a donkey cause we famous
Wicked women want me cause I came up
This is were the homies trip and say what
Yo we from the show get my money and we pay up
Got on my Five o Ones and my gritter posture
I fit her proper
If she papered I'm in her choppers
Letting her know this ninna dinner cost her
And I'm famous squash her so animal like someone better get her doctor
This boys born and raised in KC M.I.Z.Z.O.U.
But once in a while I hit the L.K. for ladies
Cause they straight Be in KU. You
Then back to Kansas city were is gates all on they plate
We think about it and we crave it when we vacate
I represent the MO and all the way to K state
Call me Tech N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates
Strawberry baked bean mixed plate
So everybody just bounce rock skate
Cant wait O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Like Ollie Gates
O.G. Like Ollie Gates
O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Baby
This is Kansas City

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
We be scouting pretty young things yo we got are selves in
Like dun deal I'm a popper Blouzin
Get her hot and ready listening to Roger Troutmen
Rest In Peace baby
Seven this beats crazy
Teach babyz we used to listen to this at least 80
We Kansas city stepping no question
We repping 56 and 57 we know that if he jeffen then hes shady
K.C.K.'s gate got the chicken wing this'ell bring
Traffic when the people ??
So you better be listening cause the don is sniffing green
This is the mission get ya when you hitting your nicotine
They got your money man and you know that they ain't
Something delicious yea you know the trey say gates
That's the place were they come and get you if the pay late
But I stay great cause everyone's banging the A. Yates

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
North side were is you (HEY!)
South side were is you (HEY!)
East side were is you (HEY!)
West side, what it do? (HEY!) (TECH N9NE)
Ain't no body's sauce like this
Ain't no other barbecue boss like this
The Fiorella's might cost quite a bit
Ya we do it but the fire ain't brought like this
O.G. told me go see
If the other city's Q is G.O.O.D.
But he knew that id find out slowly
Just like my KC barbecue they cannot hold me, A. Yates

[Hook]
I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates
Strawberry baked bean mixed plate
So everybody just bounce rock skate
Cant wait
Now everybody say
Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala
Now Everybody Say
Lalalalalalalalalala, lalalalalalalalalala

Damn Boy

 

[fox69]

"Oh You Didn't Know"
(feat. Irv Da Phenom & The Popper)

"Oh You Didn't Know"
(feat. Irv Da Phenom & The Popper)



[Intro: Tech N9ne]
The clubs used to say nay
Back in the day I had to pay but now everybody say hey!
You lookin good bro, you makin good dough
I be like yo you didn't know? they say

[Hook:]
Oh
And 3 more didn't know saying
Oh oh oh didn't now the know now they know they say
Oh, and when we step in the club the say
Oh oh oh there they go there go they like oh
Now 3 hoes want to go like
Oh oh oh didn't know now they know they say
Oh your girl be like oh oh oh
Now I got it for the night screaming oh

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
They didn't know I sell out shows in Amsterdam
And in Switzerland
Tecca Ninna spits for grands
She really dont know she about to ditch her man
And give her pants to me cuz this her jam
Damn
Tecca Ninas everywhere keep it necessary to
Steer very clear
If he dare to stare and glare that's very fair
Be drinking, Be merry
Where the ladies with the dairy air?
More black women popping up at my shows
Like Tyler Perry there
Oh
And they didn't know I won an MTV award?
New York yelling for me like they've seen me before
They know that underground clown come so sick and dark
But they didn't know they'd see the N9ne on 106 & Park
I'm kixin it and the foes can not stop
No hoes can cock block it
My clothes in Hot Topic
They froze when I pop it
I glow in the MO
Throwing the dough
Cause I got that paper
Oh you didn't know?
They say

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Irv Da Phenom]
Hey yo we kixin it the Friday night
Even though it's a Thursday
Eyes on us when we stepping out on the curb free
Chickens want the business giggling
Acting flirty
Little momma swallowed all of her vodka
She still thirsty
Prolly cause she’s all the way in midst of forbidden and I head straight to the VIPer
Or maybe is you wet lil’ momma diggin’ on my feather
Got her dancing like a stripper
We super cold head to toe
We sharp as a machete
We the hottest show in KCMO
The new Malcom & Eddie yeah
It's me and Big Yates
He know my spits ape
Shit so sick he got me spitting on The Mixed Plate
Like a disgruntled employee that just quit Gates
You read the front of the fitted homie and it's
KC
Ask who the president and they are going to say
Phe
Nom
And now I'm rocking with the king (TECH N9NE!)
So every time we hit the clubs like a movie scene
Filling your women up with them cups of that Kansas City Tea
PHENOM!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: The Popper]
That's the noise you make you lady do
Fresh hypemen had me on the turn tables in 82'
Sleeping with women
Vodka sipping
While he was eating baby food
Murdering raps and spitting facts
Was something I was made to do
See I raised a few eyebrows when I started up
The Veteran Click gave me worldwide we was hard to touch
Ya'll can start the fuss
And I'm going to close you down
Popping you dick licker
Only when there is hoes around
Oh
That's what your girl be like
Killer city will show what that world be like
My world be tight
But my flows be sicker
Behind the counter and cut you
At that Paul's Liquor
I'm a show me nigga
I rep for the land
Marks swear that I got kool aid pumping through your man's heart
I've been marked
And respect the niggas who've been whacked
Fuck with Tech and Irv at the club and spin racks

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"On The Bible"
(feat. T.I. & Zuse)

"On The Bible"
(feat. T.I. & Zuse)



[Tech N9ne:]
Niggas in Missou ain't changed
Make ya have to let loose thangs

[Bridge - Zuse:]
Have you ever seen a MAC-11?
New TEC-9 with the extension
HK, AK-47
Mayday, man down, call the reverend

[Hook - Zuse:]
I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings
Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings

[Tech N9ne:]
I felt like they tone said "I'm comin' to get ya"
Well, that's when all of the heavy artillery come in the picture
And luckily cause of your past, you can have someone assist ya
I was raised a cool brother but these motherfuckers went and summoned a nigga!
I swore to never let a man's hand take me to my grave nigga
With my fortune, I'mma get to torchin', like Orkin I spray nigga
I know they dyin' to get it with the N9ne
That's fine, they wanna make a nigga do the woop
So I'mma take the carbine and put it to ya mind
It's goin' through you, not around ya like a hula hoop
Put that on the bible, if ya fuckin' with Tech, get the rifles
Totally trippin', tryna take my title, lift you right up in the sky with the Eiffel
If you psycho, you can do this, if he chooses to be foolish
The gun never loses, never give you the deuces
Nigga, this is Su'Wu biz, ahh!
Let me calm my nerves, I'mma simply put this on the word
If ya hella aggravated cause of a song ya heard from the Nina I smoke a nigga like my ganja herb
I'm on the verge, no life beyond the surge
When I bomb, ya served, what does one deserve?
But a head stomppin', now put ya teeth on the curb, nigga!?

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[T.I.:]
Aye, fuck all that goin' back and forth with a nigga
Got a problem, what he really wanna do?
If you know like I know, then you know, true
And niggas make songs but they really don't do
What they say, got guns but they really won't shoot
He afraid, I'll lay a nigga down right now
Face to the concrete, nose to the ground
Do him in the streets 'fore his prayers hit the cloud
And the flash and a bang, it is rarely allowed
But a whole body down and a hole in the ground
Dig one for the niggas who be holdin' ya down
Better know I got rounds and they will go around, it's enough
Eat a bullet from the four-pound if ya tough
And then let the choppa spray ya down and get up
Ya pull that off, I'll believe you ain't soft
Otherwise, nigga you just soft as all them other guys
I'll kill ya dead and I put that on my mother eyes
Don't listen to these niggas, they just kick a bunch of lies
How they got a bunch of guns? Shot 'em all a bunch of times
I really do believe Tech got a bunch of nines
Before they gave my nigga Meech a bunch of time
I really know my nigga Young had a bunch of pies
For the low, all my niggas had it for the high
So you believe them niggas out there talking bout they BMF?
They should be them niggas, none of mine
I know Young got it bout what he rap bout
I really pulled Meek Millz out the trap house
Just like I seen Doe B with a OZ
Turn around, two weeks, had a whole ki
Just cause I said as a joke that the dope game dead
Like this, God, a nigga went and showed me
Guess what I'm tryna say is, nigga, I don't know you
And futhermore, pussy nigga, I don't want to

[Bridge]

[Hook x2]

[T.I.:]
Haahahahahaha!
Man, we just killed a small village man
You know what I'm sayin'?
This hip-hop, aha! Love this shit

 

[fox69]

"One Good Time"

"One Good Time"


Just give me one good time
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Yo
Yo

[Verse 1]
I know that I'm hardcore
Know how to start wars
Know how to scar yours in a fist fight
Cause toughness is our floor
Warriors that bar nor
But this one is far tore up on this night
Some people show it and then
Some people hide it
But other people they do it whenever they get excited but me
I can't even do it when the wrongs on mine
I'm saying I've been trying to do it for a long long time
I get jealous when I see people do it and it's like fluid
I'm thinking
How can they swallow that when I can't even chew it
I guess God seen it fit to label me the consoler
Bestowed upon a broken show and forever be the shoulder
My mission is plain to see
Its freaking insanity
I'm wishing the pain in me would just leave me be why can't it be
Simple cause on the real
This one could die
So I'm asking God
Before I go
Just give me one good cry

[Chorus]
If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it's a lonely road
So I sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody's looking at me anyway

[Verse 2]
Why I got to be the one to cheer up
People till they clear up
When I sneeze I tear up
And then I go look in a mirror
So I can see how it looks
When I really wanna know how it feels
When I'm hella down I try to push
No matter how hard no water spills for real
My patience is soon to go
Waiting for the balloon to blow
I'm thinking back to when I used to go to funerals
No matter how close we were
On the inside it ached "wow"
Others be losing it
I'm just wishing I could break down
And I been through a lot of them
And there's not a one
That went on and got it done
No moisture that even try even to come
And this ain't no chump thing, because I've had enough pain
Tears should be run-in like mustangs
Man it must rain
Been trying for years
But the crying been inside
Nina been so serious there ain't no lying in his eyes
Makes me so furious
When I look and I'm in genocide
Please let me break down with the pain I felt when Brian Dennis died
One time..

[Chorus]
If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it's a lonely road
Sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody's looking at me anyway

[Verse 3]
I look at actors crying
It's as easy as fondue
But what do you do when extreme hurt is upon you
Real life ain't no movie homie
And this ain't John Woo
But I almost lost it on the ending of Jon Q
And I almost lost it when Jennifer Hudson blew
But I'm still waiting for that real emotion to come through
Then maybe I could get a cry God
Maybe one, two?
Been red for life for the first time ever me want blue
Give me the blues
Sometimes I turn on the news and I
Look at all these feuds
Then I try to make them ooze
(Don't cry, no teardrops from your eye
poetry's music oh my, almost made me tear up about thinking about my children, no lie)
Maybe I'm black hearted
You thinking damn he shady
Saying man he crazy
For the way I abandon me lady
One day she can repay me
Yes that woman can betray me
Then I'll probably cry if not than I do it if I win me a Grammy maybe

[Chorus]
If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it's a lonely road
Sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody's looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody's looking at me anyway

 

[fox69]

"One Night Stand"

"One Night Stand"


[Oobie:]
I'm see'n me on top of you
Doing things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
Whats a girl suppose to do
Only need one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man,
You can be my one night stand

[Oobie/Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

Well it's about a quarter to three and,
No ones lookin',
Its just you and me
You know I'm down for whatever
And I aim to please
But its only for this one night

Boy I hope you come well prepared
Cause I want you to know that
I ain't ever scared
You just make the RSVP
And I'll be there
But its only for this one night

[Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Lil Jon:]
Shawty,let me know whats up wit it (wit it)
Won't you let a real thug hit it (hit it)
Stop playin' with these lames
Ain't got no shame
The liquor is to blame (you know it)
I just go to tell you this (whats up)
Those lips I wanna kiss (yea yea)
That ass I gotta grab (grab)
Yo' shit I gotta stab (stab)
I got my baby mama, (mama)
You got your baby daddy (daddy)
We got all night
Look lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight (tight)
I aint bout them games shawty (no)

You know my name shawty (yea)
Just use yo' brains,
If you know what I'm sayin'
Its a one night stand shawty

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Oobie/2x:]
If you know how to keep a secret,
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
Cause you can't get it no more

[Big Sam:]
Come and ride out wit cha boy Big Sam then filled with almond joy
Like I told you,
I'm something just like a freak (like a freak)
So keep the games fo the mentally weak (mentally weak)
Damn you look so pretty (so pretty)
With yo' big ol' ass
And yo tig ol' bittys
Red bone, fine self, 5'9 (5'9)
For one night, I gotta make you mine (make you mine)
Yea I know you gotta a man shawty (shawty)
And you know I got a wife shawty (shawty)
So lets strap it up,
I hope the pussys tight
We got one night shawty

[Oobie:]
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend
Just want a one night stand
And you can't never be my boyfriend
Just want a one night stand

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
[2x]
If you'll be my man,only for one night
And I'll be your girl,
Only for one night