[Tech n9ne]

I used to press my dickies with stay flo

Sold pieces for my reli, chasin peso

Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show

So I hop inside of my mercedes and let the bass go...

On you hatin ass niggaz

I deserve everything I get, a creatin cash getter

I aint puttin the 2 on the 10

I'm makin vast figures

You fags bitter, mad

Wanna be fakin class with us

How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?

Little mini cooper hatin on a monster truck

Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck

Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...

Nothin, nathin, the ruger's penetration

Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin

Boom, bing, bang

All you haters in the game, strange lane takin aim

Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in

Want some drama? well I can fit it in

We can make it so you're no longer a citizen

Suction from beneath you

We just a little dust'n

All because I'm bringin the bucks in

[Chorus]

They wanna leave me with nothin (huh uh)

But they aint talkin about nothin (huh uh)

So I aint trippin on nothin (huh uh)

They come to get me, I'm bustin (uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (huh uh)

But they aint talkin about nothin (huh uh)

So I aint trippin on nothin (huh uh)

They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (uh huh)

[Big scoob]

On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops

I used to cop and used to chop

And dump my rocks at ms. scott's

And on the late night at ms. white's

I'm fuckin with will, we used to play fight

Then one night, we came up with vill

Young thugs dump drugs

Nigga hungry for meals

Young thugs jumped blood

Nigga itchin for kills

Shit was real in the field, man

This shit was too real

Lost my homies to this shit, man

This shit is for real

But nigga, nowadays the streets

They go hard on the hustla

All these pussy niggaz lackin

So us real niggaz suffer

Not plentiful for me no more

It's hoes in the game

Since I smell when paper foldin, man

I rollin with strange

Pour some whiskey, party with me

Tell the feds if they miss me

They aint comin for me now

Then nigga, bet they don't get me

So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone

Big homie, strange music

Resurrection, I'm home

[Chorus]

They wanna leave me with nothin (huh uh)

But they aint talkin about nothin (huh uh)

So I aint trippin on nothin (huh uh)

They come to get me, I'm bustin (uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (huh uh)

But they aint talkin about nothin (huh uh)

So I aint trippin on nothin (huh uh)

They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (uh huh)

[Messy marv]

All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks

Talk with bananas and talk clips

Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me

Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em

All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit

You see them cherry red chucks?

Yeah, I'm with the shit

Anyway I bounce out, man

I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you

We could get 'em up

I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom

They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em

Click-clack, nigga

Yanka get yanked on

There's been alotta hatin, nigga

Since I came home

Anything a nigga do, homie

It's federal and come with football numbers in the level 4

They wanna bee a nigga dead, man

But nathin, tech fuck them muthafuckaz

They could keep hatin

[Chorus]

They wanna leave me with nothin (huh uh)

But they aint talkin about nothin (huh uh)

So I aint trippin on nothin (huh uh)

They come to get me, I'm bustin (uh huh)

They wanna leave me with nothin (huh uh)

But they aint talkin about nothin (huh uh)

So I aint trippin on nothin (huh uh)

They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (uh huh)