[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
We are legion
This Tecca Nina in yo' arena
We saw no reason
[Chorus: Y2]
Yeah, start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
[Post-Chorus: Y2]
I just think you fuckin' with the wrong one
Times like this I don't know how to have fun
I think I'ma fuck somebody up (Fuck 'em up)
You gon' need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My city, stand up
Stoppin' people that got animosity and what
Copying me and the property, poppy, ya jammed up
We're akhis that can bust, don't mock me, the brand's us
Strange Music, the gang shoot this right at the fakers
That came stupid with the claim
You'll get took for your change and name usage
Steppin' to me, link with Atlanta, you losin' definitely
Ready for ruckus, really we reppin' the B (ah, ah)
This the eviction notice, missile him quick then go get
Hitters, consider me and my niggas be sick and roguish
Stop, you ain't ready to brawl, you can't hang
Lock hit you dead in the jaw, you claim Strange
It ain't K, tell Kan City to jam with me
You damn sissy, eat up the object that stands stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama to the Don, if you continue
Not gonna do what I common do, guess what I'ma do
We are legion
This Tecca Nina in yo' arena
We saw no reason
[Chorus: Y2]
Yeah, start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
[Post-Chorus: Y2]
I just think you fuckin' with the wrong one
Times like this I don't know how to have fun
I think I'ma fuck somebody up (Fuck 'em up)
You gon' need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My city, stand up
Stoppin' people that got animosity and what
Copying me and the property, poppy, ya jammed up
We're akhis that can bust, don't mock me, the brand's us
Strange Music, the gang shoot this right at the fakers
That came stupid with the claim
You'll get took for your change and name usage
Steppin' to me, link with Atlanta, you losin' definitely
Ready for ruckus, really we reppin' the B (ah, ah)
This the eviction notice, missile him quick then go get
Hitters, consider me and my niggas be sick and roguish
Stop, you ain't ready to brawl, you can't hang
Lock hit you dead in the jaw, you claim Strange
It ain't K, tell Kan City to jam with me
You damn sissy, eat up the object that stands stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama to the Don, if you continue
Not gonna do what I common do, guess what I'ma do
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