Come Gangsta Tech N9ne

[Intro: Different people talking]
The spiked, red hair and the... and the paint on his face
Woah, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
They seen a black dude with red hair and a long beard
I mean look, he look scary to me too
And that nigga Tech, man, he sellin' out, man
That... that's... he's doin' that for the white folks
Thats white shit he doin', man

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggas don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try to tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (Where's yo bank, bruh?)
So this song's gonna tell these
So called gangsta niggas who the fuck
Has always been the bigger G
Hey, I've been bustin', and fizznuckin' bitches
It is nothin', for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Here's "Fuck you niggas", this is tough and 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 happened
I raised raves, crazed days, was blade packin', and stage saggin'
They's wack and N9na stayed layed back and I
Laugh at negros constantly
They never know the money N9na makes
Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate, you're mistaken
We could never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh?
Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh?
Who's keepin' it shakin', huh?
Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca N9na
Niggas know the rest
Gay is all you punks and Mitch Bades
This in your trunk, won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady, bro
Gangsta niggas don't hate me, no
Wanksta niggas won't face me, though
Talkin' shit in books 'bout people tellin' me I really need a vest
Okay!