Mr. Steep Pockets Snug Brim (Ft. Rich the Factor & Tech N9ne)
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[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya
Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards
[?]
This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch!
[Verse 1: Rich The Factor]
I'm a, businessman who handle business stuff with big fishes
Ten-figure digits, 21-inch, too wide for body business
Stackin' in's, packin' Mack 10, and then what's it?
Six shots, [?] through close range, got whole thangs, for 1-7
And if you ready to get some cheddar, you best to roll with me
'Cause I'm winnin' while they spend, I'm holdin' out [?]
Tryna roll out 10 for your call, lieutenant
If that don't work, that's when our haul is out
Call the flame, I'm hella [?] like Tech N9ne's [?] a godfather
If I was to cop 10's without, you're shut down
Your four, a hundred rounds, bust the towns, you can barely hear
It's Kansas City for the shit
So why you suckers hatin'?
We paper chase on [?], petite Lexus coupe
Let's have Capris, or a Oldsmobile, Chevy too
You petty fools, best to recognise the [?], mane
That's where I stay, we all play
Now I ain't
You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya
Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards
[?]
This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch!
[Verse 1: Rich The Factor]
I'm a, businessman who handle business stuff with big fishes
Ten-figure digits, 21-inch, too wide for body business
Stackin' in's, packin' Mack 10, and then what's it?
Six shots, [?] through close range, got whole thangs, for 1-7
And if you ready to get some cheddar, you best to roll with me
'Cause I'm winnin' while they spend, I'm holdin' out [?]
Tryna roll out 10 for your call, lieutenant
If that don't work, that's when our haul is out
Call the flame, I'm hella [?] like Tech N9ne's [?] a godfather
If I was to cop 10's without, you're shut down
Your four, a hundred rounds, bust the towns, you can barely hear
It's Kansas City for the shit
So why you suckers hatin'?
We paper chase on [?], petite Lexus coupe
Let's have Capris, or a Oldsmobile, Chevy too
You petty fools, best to recognise the [?], mane
That's where I stay, we all play
Now I ain't
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