God Still scared to walk the first ground because the devil is in charge Somebody help the Lord soul find Saviour 'Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine
[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] If you you see thunda From a gun this is somethin that'll get the heat on ya when she's under the sheets on the beautiful sleep
the hits, y'all book the shows Aiyyo, bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back Ride, ride, you got my back? Where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines
nine cove tightly So u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely So u so u betta do da right thing Dey ain't like spitely Yeah I switched it up I got a nine
, sippin' on a Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy Kick more bars than the penile G And let my nine clap loudly Click click
.Q.E But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class PPP, got the glocks and techs And
(for your ear) Yeah, Creep around, grow on the down low, Let of a round slow (Suddle) And leave you in the puddle (So uh, breaker breaker one nine) Course
these times, well atleast to me No true niggas rollin' come in sets of three And they won't stop rollin' til' you let them see All the permanent scars that the tech nine
to wise up, before we ride up Stop, sew up yo block, an sew them lies up Once don't trip, twice no grip Three times, will get you bucked wit the nine
trust them Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the Tech will spray When I spit
the window And left her ass on the smash Maniac mission, dippin', sqrew-job intermission you're bangin' for mine From the west to the east to the nine, nine
up, ski mask, black truck Dickey outfit, passenger side, pistol grip pump Fuck it I just did two lines A chrome tech nine, it'll tear out niggaz spines
you We block shots in the ring lightning Rock hot rocks kill, get the cream still Blasphemous mind, ill steal rhyme skill Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine
to fall Gotta get mine, gotta take mine Got a tech nine, reach my prime Gotta make these haters respect mine In the mall till twelve When my schedule wore headset nine
to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN
home, Staten Island Playin' with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had 'em two nines
males, they lick pon gate Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray" It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments Flow process, one nine, two tech
For good, now that's Hood... [Chorus: Killah Priest] Yo, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess Enemies lie down while I'm clutchin' my tech