Kunci: C minor
Verse 1
E
Am
The spiked red hair...and the..and the,
paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man,
Tech is losein' it man
E
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black
And a long beard,
E
I mean look he look scary to me too
Fdim
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin'
That is..that's he's doin' that
F#m
for the white folk s
Am
That white shit he doin' man
Verse 2
Am
Bm
I've been writing for
E
Am
Nineteen years for sure
Bm
Hate rules in these times
E
G#dim
E
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Am
Bm
Am
Bm
Stop me, and then try ta tell me
(Come gangsta)
E
Am
And then compare me to
Nelly (What ya bang bra)
Bm
Am
Bdim
So this songs
G#dim
E
is gonna tell me ??
Hey, I've been bustin'
Am
E
Bm
And fizz knuckin' bitches
E
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches
Here's fuck you niggaz this
Bm
G#dim
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin'
E
tellin me this shit is hella fake)
Am
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
I raised raves,
E
G#dim
E
craves days would blade packin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I
Bm
G#dim
(Laugh at niggaz contantly they
E
Am
never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how
niggaz formulate they hatin'
Bm
You fuckin' fornicate your
We can never coralate cause you fakin',
huh
Am
Who's bringin' in through the bacon,
huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
E
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and
Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay,
Am
Is all you punks and mitch bades diss in
Bm
your trunk won't get played on the radio
E
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Am
Gangsta niggaz don't hate
me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face
(Talkin' shit and books my people people
G#dim
tellin' me that I really need a vest)
E
Okay
Verse 3
F
E
the town harder than
F#m
Am
Where ever I stand my bills
the same punk
Cm
And you got the nerve to tell me
Verse 4
E
Throw your rags in the air
Bdim
And know that nobody there
G#dim
E
Will compare to your gangsta
Am
E
Sag your pants to the floor
Bdim
E
Every women's a bitch or a whore
Bdim
G#dim
If they shrug to them thug
E
s mean mug ya come gangsta
E
Bdim
to me
G#dim
E
Verse 5
I shoulda been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they
E
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record
Am
said I was wack and washed up, done
Bdim
E
Said a nigga might scare, lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare,
Am
E
here he comes
G#dim
E
With red hair and my face painted
Bdim
Bm
a (Gangsta)
E
G#dim
Am
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone
G#dim
You need a bit of that
Am
You need to hang wit a
(Gangsta)
E
G#dim
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
E
Am
The Briggit Diggit is
(Gangsta)
E
Bm
E
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
Am
The nigga fifty is (Gangsta)
Am
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangstas want
a head blast
Am
E
Am
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
G
Bm
E
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and
try to go get the money grip)
Am
Okay, you niggaz kill me in
E
G
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Bm
E
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised
that I got you right here with my shit
Am
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta
G#dim
Bm
G#dim
E
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty
bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
F
E
How can see- Bo be wrong?
G
F#m
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
Am
How can Lynch be wrong?
Cm
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!
Verse 6
E
Bm
Throw your rags in the air
Bdim
G#dim
And know that nobody there
E
Will compare to your gangsta
Am
E
Sag your pants to the floor
Bdim
E
Every women's a bitch, or a whore
Bm
Bdim
G#dim
If they shrug to them thug
E
s mean mug ya come gangsta
E
Bdim
to me
G#dim
E
Verse 7
Am
I've been nice to you rap
F
Am
per cats for a long time
Bdim
Dm
I left Kansas City so them
Am
But it seems these punks are
F
E
confussed because I'm my own kind
G#dim
Dm
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas
G#dim
E
Dm
City is who's throne? Mine!
Am
This ain't no punk shit
Cm
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
Bm
I made this shit so you all
Am
Meaning, you pussys who says this
Tech shit ain't hard for real
Bm
E
And try to disregard the real
Fdim
Fm
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
Am
I get your death threats
Cause I'm the king bitch
Bm
E
Money, groupies, drugs, and alcohol
But I stay a hella game
And you punks is so lame
E
Bm
E
Cause my mob bin' gangsta track will demolish
Fm
Am
your whole tank [A screech of some kind]
I've been with every rapper
who's legendary
Bm
Bm
Underground to mainstream
E
Dm
Am
know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bm
Bitches they suck my peter
E
Fm
While I drinkin'
F
Am
Margaritas
Niggaz get laid down
Seven displayed sounds
Bm
N9ne the crayzed clown
E
E
Lines like sprayed rounds
Am
This is for all you haters
who don't pump my shit
Bm
If you say this ain't gangsta,
F
E
I might look like a clown
G
But you niggaz sound like
F#m
Am
a motherfuckin' circus
Cm
Fuck you motherfuckers!
Verse 8
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will
demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show,
to rockin' the mic you name it
That's why I roll wit him he my
favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne
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