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[Intro: Some guys talking]

The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face

Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man

He's not as grounded as he used to be

Tech was a devil worshiper

You know you see a black dude with red hair

And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too

Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man

That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks

That white shit he doin' man

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

I've been writing for

Nineteen years for sure

Haters in these times

Niggas don't wanna see me shine

Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangster)

And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)

So this songs is gonna tell me so called gangster Niggas, who the fuck has always been the bigger G?

Hey, I've been bustin'

And fizz knuckin' bitches

It tizz nothin' for years puffin'

I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'

Heres fuck you niggas this is toughin' I

(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' telling me this shit is hella fake)

Say, since way back in the days rappin'

The blaze happen

I raised raves craves days would blade packin'

And stage saggin'

They're wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I

(Rap at niggas constantly they never know the money Nina makes)

Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin'

You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'

We can never correlate cause you fakin', huh

Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh

Who's keepin' this shakin', huh

(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggas know the rest)

Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades this in your trunk won't get played on the radio

Too gangster for an old lady bro

Gangster niggas don't hate me no

Wanks niggas won't face me though

(Talkin' shit and books my people tellin' me that I really need a vest)

OK

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]

I rep the town harder than any of you niggas

Where ever I stand my bills the same punk

And you got the nerve to tell me

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

Come gangster

Throw your rags in the air

And know that nobody there

Will compare to your gangster

Saggin' pants to the floor

Every womens a bitch or a whore

When your gangster

Pack ya guns in the club

If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangster

Is what they sayin' to me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

I should've been done come wit a gun

For the ones who bump they gums who the one

Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done

Said a nigga might scare little' ones

He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes

Really red hair and my face painted

They said (Gangster)

Messy Marvin Coleone is so (Gangster)

But I really ain't (Gangster)

I need to come a little (Gangster)

Scratch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangster)

You need a bit of that (Gangster)

You need to hang wit a (Gangster)

Mr. Stinky vigilante so (Gangster)

Brother Lynch is (Gangster)

The Bigger Figga is (Gangster)

57 RD Vs are so (Gangster)

The nigga fifty is so (Gangster)

They say

When you in them streets, creep creep

Cause some gangsters want a head blast

Cause I run with the red rags

And try make the feds flash

Try to swipe my bread stash

(That's that bullshit I'm gonna' skip and try to go get the money grip)

OK, you niggas kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit

Cause you niggas fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit

So you gotta be thankful to who?

By the way homie what's gangster to you?

(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)

I got that

How can C-Bo be wrong?

How can Yukmouth be wrong?

How can Lynch be wrong?

How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time

I left Kansas City so them other cats can gonna' shine

But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind

But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!

This ain't no punk shit

Nigga this is strength at it's finest

I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it

Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real

And try to disregard the real

You motherfuckers is hard to feel

I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch

Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit

But I stay a hella game

And you punks is so lame

Cause my mobbin' gangster track will demolish your whole tank

I've been with every rapper who's legendary

Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard

Cause I bring the heater

Love me cause I'm your leader

Bitches they suck my peter

While I drinkin' Margaritas

Niggas get laid down

Seven displayed sounds

N9ne the crayzed clown

Lines like sprayed rounds

This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit

If you say this ain't gangster then you can suck my dick!

I might look like a clown

But you niggas sound like a motherfuckin' circus

Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Outro: Yukmouth]

This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man

I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggas

From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it

Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk

Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne - Come Gangsta – текст


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