Tech Nine

Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, Ima talk about one of my friends baby
(yeah) yo its been long overdue baby (thats right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
Get Paid
(Verse 1)
Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know
From the M and the O
A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows
Ima set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You drew first blood in 94
Trickin with my baby momma
You know the one you called a ho
Ima let you know
That if you take it back to the past
When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
Back then I shared my pussy.
You was using music as a form of pursuing
Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the fuck is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo ass in her nightgown
Right now
Fuck the rappin, we can fight now
Tight style, Sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall
Call him Dame or Gal
Cause the way he came was foul
Nigga thats bitch shit
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I dont mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you sold 5,000 Nationwide
You a clown man
You niggaz think I jokin, go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is.
[Chorus]
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
(Verse 2)
Yo
This nigga struggling to be the better man
Why fuck around with a tech milla meter
When you know the nigga is a clever brand
Naw, I aint never ever seen the niggaz video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne aint a veteran?
Nigga, I wrote my first rhyme in 85 right
86, 87, 88, name me Tech N9ne right
89, 90, I was rippin hella shows, dont you even try cat
90 through 99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
Motherfucker can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
Thats small time
Thats why yo shit will never be in the hands of many
My shit is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo shits a sloppy hurl and drunk style
This nigga is failin in the biz
Bets step behind this
Dont know where his mind is
Thats why the Ninas bout to tell it like it is
Tech Tech N9ne is
Kansas Citys Finest
All I wanna know is.
[Chorus]
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both aint makin no real money
And Im blastin a nigga which makes the situation real funny
Im beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys
And you dont wanna get with a nigga thats sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship satan and he worship god thats why we cant work
Nigga thats a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out
Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Lets Get Fucked Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)
And make niggaz get on they grit (And yo shit dont)
We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou
Niggaz are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
Niggaz are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet youll never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now Ima end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on his shit payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the nigga, so Ima let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...
[Chorus]
Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
(Outro)
NIGGA
A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(blows kiss)
[ He Wanna Be Paid Lyrics ]