[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Yeah, you must be throw'd
You gon' make them thangs come up out that load
You ain't built like that but you talk so cold
Yeah, we know
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hurts now, purps found 'cause a nigga squirt rounds
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Like how his homies didn't tell him to pull his skirt down
Now look at'cha
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
Bound to smack ya, now the ground'll catch ya
'Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
He talking hella shady
How I get it on the daily
They jelly 'bout my gravy but they crazy 'cause they think I won't be banging like the 80's
Your homie was a movie
So we dot him with the tooly
Got his family sick and woozy
Giving him the finger, way of Rodney-O & Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
'Cause I got a lot of shotters
So don't nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata
So be careful when you saucing
You could end up in the coffin
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
If you get my killers heated
You'll be curled up like a fetus
All them words, you're gonna eat it
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
So I think you better comma
Or get lit up with the llama
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain't no running to yo mama, nigga
Yeah, you must be throw'd
You gon' make them thangs come up out that load
You ain't built like that but you talk so cold
Yeah, we know
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Hurts now, purps found 'cause a nigga squirt rounds
Acting like ya wore a purse on turf grounds
Like how his homies didn't tell him to pull his skirt down
Now look at'cha
Loud mouth we found a round to match ya
Bound to smack ya, now the ground'll catch ya
'Cause you frowned at the hounds and you found disaster
He talking hella shady
How I get it on the daily
They jelly 'bout my gravy but they crazy 'cause they think I won't be banging like the 80's
Your homie was a movie
So we dot him with the tooly
Got his family sick and woozy
Giving him the finger, way of Rodney-O & Joe Cooley
They hot around the collar
'Cause I got a lot of shotters
So don't nobody bother, if they try to then we stoppin' they medulla oblongata
So be careful when you saucing
You could end up in the coffin
You better take precaution when you see real niggas crossing, shut the fuck up when we talking
If you get my killers heated
You'll be curled up like a fetus
All them words, you're gonna eat it
Every fist and all the feet is never ceasing when you pleaded
So I think you better comma
Or get lit up with the llama
KC all the way to Ghana, when you grown and start the drama, ain't no running to yo mama, nigga
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