[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Times is costly
Finding myself looking for motherfuckers to cross me
Tryed to off me, but the good grace of the lord caught me
Poverty striking my colany, everybody is falty
So Imma be the first motherfucker to disperse motherfuckers
Hurt mothers, bringing a ruckous
To the suckas that Tech rapping played out
Warner Brothers ain't payed out
Bout to get the gun and play rrounds
Leaving motherfuckers layed out
Thank god for the females
Niggas used to see this bitch weekly exchanging conversations at Neesy's
[?] in 2005
I told her "bitch, I got plans but I can dance once the cash is in hands"
So she's telling me storys about her man
And about her plans
To push grams
[?]
500 K, don't tell me what the bitch won't do for niggas
Nigga act like this I shoot a nigga
[?], on top of all that, I knew the nigga
She gave me tips on where he was, and where he sits
And where he clubs, and where he keeps his thugs and plugs
What I did is follo her to the crib, nigga, this bitch won't live
If you ain't got some fuckin hundred thousands to give
And he showed me [?] sucker for love [?]
Sack him over the head [?], even gave me his puff stash
And she was the defenition of stupidity
When she fell over cause the humidity
I got them both with the milly, nigga, rogue dogs in your vasinity
You better
Times is costly
Finding myself looking for motherfuckers to cross me
Tryed to off me, but the good grace of the lord caught me
Poverty striking my colany, everybody is falty
So Imma be the first motherfucker to disperse motherfuckers
Hurt mothers, bringing a ruckous
To the suckas that Tech rapping played out
Warner Brothers ain't payed out
Bout to get the gun and play rrounds
Leaving motherfuckers layed out
Thank god for the females
Niggas used to see this bitch weekly exchanging conversations at Neesy's
[?] in 2005
I told her "bitch, I got plans but I can dance once the cash is in hands"
So she's telling me storys about her man
And about her plans
To push grams
[?]
500 K, don't tell me what the bitch won't do for niggas
Nigga act like this I shoot a nigga
[?], on top of all that, I knew the nigga
She gave me tips on where he was, and where he sits
And where he clubs, and where he keeps his thugs and plugs
What I did is follo her to the crib, nigga, this bitch won't live
If you ain't got some fuckin hundred thousands to give
And he showed me [?] sucker for love [?]
Sack him over the head [?], even gave me his puff stash
And she was the defenition of stupidity
When she fell over cause the humidity
I got them both with the milly, nigga, rogue dogs in your vasinity
You better
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