Tech N9Ne

<i>[Intro]</i>
I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
And they won't stop fucking with me, so I'ma fuck wit nigga's

Na-na-na-na-na, you can not fuck with
That nigga Tech N9ne, coming wit that rough shit
Them niggas know that I deserve it when they heard it
Had the nerve to say its nothing, nigga, so I got to bust this

Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all ya'll hater's
Be Jealous, I see ya'll watching me when I walk in the club
Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all Mitch Bader's
Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers
And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better duck Muh-Fucker
Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
Blood sweat and tears nigga, been about fifteen years nigga
Ain't never been no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga
That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches at Maniacs
That's why them hoe's in the club with Tech given blowjobs in the back
How many niggas really worry bout scars? How many niggas wanna become a wuss?
Fuck with a nigga like Tech and a buzz Right to the head and the grave is dug
Mean Mugs, nigga's ain't never seen love
So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of green shrubs
And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom
To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting
I'm hoaking with jealous, mother fuckers embellish
But you can't say I ain't ready for fame, yonks, and relish

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling
Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he)
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, growling on niggas
And we smiling 'cause the Villain album went six thousand on niggas
In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you but it's a pity you're gone
Niggas ain't know mine, 'cause they know it, and I'ma do it big
That's why the Techa Nina never ever got a problem getting a gig
'cause I rip shit they liked (chea), I flip shit you make right (chea)
When I spit shit, I get rich quick, and make hits from doctors they liked (chea)
9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come
Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some
Tried to be right to these niggas, tried to be nice to these niggas
So now its time for Nine Godzilla to make mice of these niggas
You envy me, 'cause your bitch play Techa Nina all day
And you see me on MTV, kicking it with king Tech, my nigga sway
Broke niggas ain't friends to me, you niggas really want me to disperse?
Alright, I'll leave, but when I come back it's gonna be 20 G's a verse, nigga

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling
Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he)
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Niggas better stop talking about me, I ain't did shit
I don't rap against niggas, stop trying to get me to rap so ya'll can make grits
Agony, don't be speaking my name, I know I fucked up
On a personal tip, but if you niggas talking about you better rap, mother fuckers better duck
And if any of you niggas over there on the inside, infiltrating me and my rouges
Them niggas don't give no fucks about how many Tech N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
And that justice mother fuckers won't quit, saying The Calm Before The StormA?A?A? aint shit
We killed yall when 96-97, when about when the new shit hit
And I heard niggas said I was washed up, said the Tech N9ne flow was sleep
That's probably why I got new shit in new movies like Digging In Water and Its Too Deep
Niggas be jealous, tie you up and beat you down to a bloody pulp son
Got my villains and me, mad enough to bust one
I'm the second coming, but you don't know 'cause you dumb
Before I go, I'll tell you jealous mother fuckers to suck one

<i>[Chorus]</i>
Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling
Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he)
Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

Verse 1:

Never duck another mother fucker repeat it
Never duck another mother fucker
Nigga better delete it
Put the cerebellum in killa mode
For real a foe can never get
with what a gorilla know
Killa syllable fillin'
yo biblical ritual the shit to get rid of yo pain
Hearin your pitiful game,
this is political pain
Deep in the pit of yo brain let it rain
with a unforgettable aim
Nigga lookin' for a spot to bust
Cause the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck instead of lookin' for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a swastika
You can do it but you blew it cause you lockin' up
Get your ride on nigga is you rock or what?
Lots of luck,
you're really gonna need it hella heated
Mother fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up

Hook:

I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

Chorus:

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some funkin comes
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bustin' some
(BREATHE!)

Verse 2:

Never let a hatin' muh' fucker
see ya sweat
Bleed the chest no need regret
A fun day caper a Sunday paper
So I can read the rest
I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave
if he hate or penetrate
the loop of love a nigga made
if you step into me
you will never benefit
Nigga if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a mother fucka while he fuckin' a chick
Put a bullet in her head while she suckin' the dick
Wasn't a bit of evidence baby it's irrelevant
You got it with yo nigga that's the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone, in your face with the bane
You bury some, It's a mother fuckin' shame we carry guns
If you don't you insane or very dumb
Teccanina's too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard),
too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
'Cause a nigga know a mother fuckin' round will spit
Fuckin' around with the killa clown and shit.

Hook2:
If you really wanna do it nigga we can step into it
Put us up against some mother fuckers
and we runnin' thru it
Fuck a nigga buck a nigga
if he think he's a gorilla
Meant I when I said it you remember that
(hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if you're lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

Chorus:

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some funkin comes
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bustin' some
(BREATHE!)

Verse 3:

Get sprayed by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the beginning hot cooked will done
Fuckin' wit a crazy insane warlord
Punks wanna trip but they know
I'm too mother fuckin' hard
Deadly ticking like a time bomb
Fuckin' with me you were think you were in Vietnam
When I explode ain't nuttin left
but remains for those who are froze
For fuckin' wit a nigga insane
Mentally minded mad mother fuckin' mad man
is out to attack
Sinkin' punks like quick sand
droppin' and poppin'
Any punk that bucks up bring a body bag
If you wanna get fucked up
There it is you little bitch made nigga
start runnin' when I'm playin' with the trigga
of an uzi a twelve gauge, it really don't matter,
Many suckas die when the shot gun scatter
From block 2 block, hood 2 hood, street 2 street
Boy you can't fuck with me
So for those who chose to jump up and talk shit
Admit ya bitch your little ass got lit

Hook:
I don't wanna be the one
to get a milla meter in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit' em with another milli
Cut up in the middle I'm a little sick
And different And I meant it
when I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother fuckin' yeah)
You don't wanna get in trouble
With a nigga like the Teccanina
if your lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever stop and take a minute we
just...

Chorus (2x):

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the fuck are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come bets to fight every fuckin one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some funkin comes
(BREATHE!)
Spray guns might result in you bustin' some
(BREATHE!)

Yeah man
Niggas think it's all peaches and cream
Shit's hard right now man, it's real shit
Me and my road dogs man on this one
We stay constantly dirty, grittin' for our shit
Ya know what I'm sizzlin'?

[Chorus: x2]
Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty


Ain't nobody ever gave me a thang in my lifetime
So I'm on my own, standin' strong, holdin' chrome
Disrespect my Villains, get 'em gone, early morn'
On the co'n, get my hustle on
I stays dirty - chippin', choppin', flippin' birdies
I'm pushin' thirty, vision clear, I'm never blurry
Plottin' plans, strategic mission, I'm on my toes
I stays with fam my mans, to shake these fuckin' foes
Lord knows all the different situations, trials and tribulations
Aggravations that a niggas facin'
I get complacent that's my ass, I'm a memory
They spillin' liquor on the curb when they mention me
But they're ain't no fear in me, get it how you live
That's if you hearing me then dug down and dig
Lace your boots man, prepare for the struggle
Stay in them trenches, hella dirty, grit and hustle

[Chorus x2]
Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty


Nigga
I got a pocket full of G's, I'm constantly servin'
My Nina knock him to his knees, I'm constantly dirty
Super Villain, check my powers, I get the early worm
Chop with choppers, lose the coppers with just a single turn
True to life, through the mic, they got me tellin' stories
With the fame and the lights, I feed my territory
Gutter livin' with precision, them busters know they phony
Flip my profit keep on rockin' it for my dead homies
They wanna follow my shadow and waddle in the mud
It's the infallible cannibal with the dirty gloves
"Absolute" with this "Power" they call me realistic
Savage Bakarii still comin' up off that fetal living
Givin my life, to the night, on the dirty
All my might, when it's right, then I strike on them early
Twisted like livin' dirty, super savage, I'm out to get that bread
Gutter livin' that's my habit until I rest my head

[Chorus x2]
Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty

Which one of y'all can I holla at when it's time to pay rent?
And who you thinks gonna loan me money when my last bread is spent?
I got an even shorter list of people to call on when I'm in a pinch
So I might just walk around with my jaws clenched like The Grinch
I'm, headed for trouble 'cause I can't sit here and struggle
How do I bubble if I don't get out and hustle?
I'm in the wind put the spud on my muzzle
Put on my hood, grab my gloves and my shovel
Tie up my boots because the mud it gets thick
And hit a lick so quick, they think I love this shit
It's real life gutter livin', nigga comin' straight from the brain
Some handle the pressure and others break from the pain
It's been fifteen other damnedest and ain't nothin' changed but the weather
Times' still gettin' harder and niggas can't stick together
All through my teens, my twenties, even when I'm thirty
T-Will'll be gritty, grimey, constantly dirty...

[Chorus x2]
Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty

Yo!
Ain't nobody gave me nothin' but God
He gave me talent, these civilians perpetrating the fraud
That point is valid, got niggaz sayin' they made me
The only thing that was made was music 'cause nobody ever properly paid me
Don't get it twisted, that little money was appreciated
It got me out there again, glad that's alleviated
But the nigga that say I didn't have a followin'
before Mitchell Bade hit the streets must be inebriated
Soon as Mitch hit, it hit!
Because we some talented motherfuckers but they still talk shit
Keep that shit low black - that shit be gettin' back
to a nigga that will fight for you at the drop of a hat
I tried to tell 'em, let me do this here
They talkin' like they don't want Nina gettin' through this year
I'm still strugglin 'hard, how can niggas disregard? I'm thirty!
Watch what you say when you speak to little birdies
I'm constantly dirty...

[Chorus x2]
Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty

Constantly dirty, constantly dirty [Repeat x4]

[Chorus x1]
Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own
I was down and dirty when I was young but now I'm grown
And I continue to struggle ya heard me
Me and my niggas in the course and we constantly dirty

(1st Verse)
I was born in seventy-one
In seventy-two I started to walk
Seventy-three
Seventy-four
Seventy-five
I learned to talk
Seventy-six I tried sexing
That was around the age of five
Seventy-seven
Seventy-eight
And seventy-nine
I started to ride
With my
Uncle Ike
In eighty and eighty-one
I was about ten
But the first time a little chick
Made me cum
Was eighty-two
Or eighty-three
My life really came alive
In eighty-four
I was thirteen
But
Nineteen eighty-five's
The number
I met this bitch
Who told me if I got tight with her
Together we would grow rich
Type of chick
That'll make a brother
Feel good inside
In my mind when I'm sleep
Woke
When I walk
When I ride
Getting to me in the classroom
Used to follow me into the bathroom
And I loved it
She was wild
And everyday
People bore me
Captivate
Activate my hormones
When you speak to me
Softly
Offer me
A piece of you
Cause
Me so horny
She let me foreplay
And that's it
She said
If I would rap
And make some dollars for us
Maybe I can get a hit
I was writing
Then I found myself fighting
For the juices
When I found out
That our little agreement's
Non-exclusive
Ah damn
She let celebrity status hit
So I'm thinking of tactics
How to leave ran down
Prophylatics
On the mattress
So I practice
Hoping to stuff my fat dick
In this rap bitch
Knowing when I stuff my cactus
In that catfish
Imma flat shit
She's turning me into a killer
Devour fools
I'm powerful
Like Mecha-Godzilla
She said
If I keep rapping
She'll keep clapping
But ain't nobody strapping
Till she see paper
And then we'll see what's happening
And I hear her say

(hook x2)
You heard of Tech
He's like the best
He built his nest
In the Midwest
The boy can flow
And he be busting like
Boom boom
It's like I'm stuck
I feel I'm cursed
About to load the N9na
Tech cause in a sec
I'm finna be busting like
Boom boom

(2nd Verse)
Ninety-three
She invited me
To a party in L.A.
So popular
She introduced me to
2Pac the next day
She took me to this party
In Beverly Hills
Where me and Chris Tucker
Couldn't get in
Because of our ball caps
And they was all about dollar bills
She was a G
And got us all in for free
Ran into Pac again
She talked about him so tough
I knew she was cocking him
But I never did hate
Because I knew
Heated sex
Was our fate
As I got clever
And a lot better
She started letting me and my boys
Hit together
Me and Pac hit the slot
Now it's out in the open
Didn't take long
To make her get it on
Came on strong
And Thugs Get Lonely too
Was our slogan
She wanted me
And Chino XL
But he backed off
And said that's hell
He don't dip into every female
Waiting to exhale
With a
Wet tail
Wish I could be with baby
Daily
But I recall
The Veteran Click saying
Tech
Don't turn a tramp into your
Lady
I don't know why
I want this bitch
She always dis and
Won't let me
Showcase my shit
This bitch is driving N9na
Crazy

(Hook x2)

(3rd Verse)
Fuck this
I'm ready for
One on one ruckus
Still she like
Don't touch this
When I'm alone with her
It's on
When the bone hit her
Get her
Hoeing off in L.A.
With my folks
Me and Yuk, Phats, Gonz
L Q Max Key
Hella knocking your back out
Bitch
Long strokes
You a nympho
Who the pimps though
Me and Roger Troutman
Had you at Juan Momma house
Shouting
Through the talk box
You exhaust cocks
And you ought not
Ever get caught hot
Why she always gotta have the vault lock
Kinda mad when I really
Thought back
Me and Rza hit that ass
On the video set
Why did we hit
Raw
Bitch told us
How she fucked
Eminem
cool G
KRS
Monch
Exhibit and
All
Type a niggas
When Felony fucked
He said
What what what what
I was next in line
Right after he busted his
Nut nut nut nut
I heard
My homey Rodney say
She want me and Lynch to hit
Sac and MO dick
And she said she wanted it so bad
Cause we so sick
I saw you at 92.3
The Beat
With Jay-Z and Damon
I know at times
I'm hella complex
But now Imma put it in lamens
I want to fuck you
Not with Jimmy Jam
Not with Terry Lewis
Not with Quincy Jones
Not with QD3
Just me and you
And Imma show you all the things
That I can do
Go platinum plus
Get trapped in your lust
So I'm hoping me and you can
Bang bang
I know you're a groupie hoe
But I still
Want your coochie though
Before I go
I want you to tell these people
Your name
?????

Verse 1
Who the hell is Satan?
And why I gotta be'em?
I ain't worshipped Nathan
So why you gotta see'em?
When you look at me is it the Imagery?
It's gotta godly evils not my energy
I pose as angels clothes is mangled
Instead of girbeaus and kangols
The ho's still dangle I chose the angle
of souls who tangle
With foe's those who stain
yo brain so bane though painful
Shit is what they like, hit is what they might
Spit his stuff in life, shit is fuckin' tight
But some people think it's an evil experiment
Some people is fearin' it,
those who do Beatles is hearin' it
Sincerity is neezle sin
People who look and never listen
They thinkin' that I'm the tyranny of evil men
But I just tell it like it is dude
My life story's quite gory
spittin' even if it is rude
So ain't no brimstone I ain't Jim Jones
So put your grins on listen to them songs
And you will see that they be classics
Verbal gymnastics you call me Lucifer
go to hell you bastard

Chorus

They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy
The way I come is sick
and I'm on some other level boy
They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy
Cause I am not the everyday
I'm not no mellow boy
They call me devil boy, they call me devil boy
And those who know me
yes they know that I am well annoyed
They call me devil boy, if you call me devil boy
You're going to all burn in hell

Verse 2

Hot Christians pop my disc in
Stop the dissin', squat and listen
I never say hail Satan
I'll never bail out and sell out
and sell gay drama
Hey mama they trying to crucify me like Jesus
Religious groups deny me like skeezers
We mic pleasers rip it and write heaters
Niggas that ain't pleased
with quickness are light readers
I said Anghellic, then let the man sale it
I let the fans smell it, then I expand relish
But the devil tried to stop me that's JCOR
They thought I'd crumble
when it's rocky and stay poor
Deus Vobiscum we playas go get some sprayers
And hits'em with layers of slayer inscriptions
That mean God be with you
we split dude then hit you
With pistols whip you
then giggle never dissing nizzle again
I talk about the rain, I talk about the sun
about the pain, I speak about the fun
I'm sayin' that I'm bad, I'm sayin that I'm good
I'm saying this to the suburnites and every hood
Yaw act like I'm sayin'
(I love Lucifer I will kill all of you)
Mother Fucker I ain't step into the lime light
To devil worship in front of kids,
get yo mind right

Chorus

Verse 3
They call me devil boy
But I don't like that
Those who recite that
That's where the fights at
Cause Imma tight cat
Who hella write rap
Even a slight crack
And I'll be right back
To the devil worshipers at my signings thinkin'
I'm narly (huh)
I just wanna go to your parties
So I can run thru all your goth bitches
and rock bitches
Take'em on the block and now they 2Pac bitches
I love the dark side with horror
Got archives I'm sure
You got hard lives
Missourah is our side
and it's hella depressin' hella a stressin'
Retrogression back to depression
a hell of a lesson
This where it gets more sick
Don't respect poor pricks
Who listen to this album and then say exorcist
You dense, hence the word Ang it means good
Hellic it means bad
you didn't catch it you should have
Idiots make me wanna bust it (rebel toys)
Tried to explain now I say fuck it (several ploys)
Foolish title I can't touch it (devil boy)
Cause I talk backwards (suseJ sevol uoy)

Chorus

Repeat 2 times