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