[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Aw, shit
This somethin', y'all lit
You niggas called it
To yourself, saw the line and you crossed it

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I ain't gotta send it to you trippin' all it take is
Negative lippin', you automatically start the mission
Clique is stricken, 'cause you hissin'
Leave your shit in a bad condition
So many N9cians, I can't list 'em
When the funk comin' up, they sniffin' (Chuh)
My niggas is hibernatin' (Chuh)
It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin' (Chuh)
And they ain't rappin', no talkin' and never cyber-hatin' (Chuh)
They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason
I ain't gotta say a damn thing
Once you say it, next thing you know the clan came
You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains
Damn shame, and lame
Got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin' champagne
Ugh, and I got plenty means
To get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green
The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams
If he say anything (Anything?)
Anything (Anything, chuh)
So close they hold these spitters
So many that I might not even know these hitters
Havin' love from me, so if you try to slow these gritters
When it pop, don't look at me, I can't control these niggas (Uh-uh)
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