Come Gangsta

The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face

Whoa, hold on, man, Tech is losin' it, man

He's not as grounded as he used to be

Tech was a devil worshiper

Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard

I mean look, he look scary to me too

Man, that ain't Tech man, he sellin' out, man

That's, that's, he's doin' that shit for the white folks

That's white shit he doin', man

I've been writing for nineteen years for sure

Hate rules in these times, **** don't wanna see me shine

Stop me and then try to tell me, (come gangsta)

And then compare me to Nelly, (where ya bang bra?)

So this song's gonna tell me

So called gangsta **** who the fuck has always been the bigger G

Hey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin' bitches

It is nothin' for years puffin', I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'

Here's fuck you **** this is toughin' I

Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin' me this shit is hella fake

Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen

I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin'

They's wackin' Nina stay laid back and I

Rap at **** constantly they never know the money Nina makes

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

You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'

We can never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh?

Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh?

Who's keepin' this shakin', huh?

Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina ****, know the rest

Gay, is all you punks and Mitch Bades

Diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio

Two gangsta for an old lady, bro

Gangsta **** don't hate me no, wanksta **** won't face me though

Talkin' shit and bunch my people tellin' me I really need a vest, okay

(I rep the town harder than any of you ****)

9Wherever I stand my bills the same punk)

(And you got the nerve to tell me)

Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air

And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta

Saggin' pants to the floor

Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're a gangsta

Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug

And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta

Is what they sayin' to me

(I shoulda been done come with a gun)

(For the ones who bump they gums who the one)

(Said a **** wasn't gonna make another record)

(Said I was wack and washed up, done)

(Said a **** might scare little ones)

(He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes)

(With red hair and my face painted)

They say (gangsta) Messy Marvin, Colione is so (gangsta)

But I really ain't (gangsta) I need to come up wit a (gangsta)

Scritch the scratch on my **** Fat Tone is so (gangsta)

You need a bit of that (gangsta),you need to hang wit a (gangsta)

Mr. Stinky Vigilante so (gangsta), Brotha Lynch is (gangsta)

The Bigga Figga is (gangsta), 57 RDVs are so (gangsta)

That **** 50 is (gangsta), they say

When you in them streets, creep, creep

'Cause some gangstas want a head blast 'cause I run with the red rags

And tryin' to make the Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash

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

Okay, you **** kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit

'Cause you **** feel me, surprised I got you right here with my shit?

So you gotta be thankful to who?

By the way homie what's gangsta 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?

Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air

And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta

Saggin' pants to the floor

Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're gangsta

Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug

And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta

Is what they sayin' to me

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

I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon' 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, **** this is strength at it's finest

I made this shit so all you simps can rewind it

Meaning, you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real

And try to disregard the real, you mothafuckers is hard to feel

I get your death threats 'cause I'm the King, bitch

Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit

But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame

'Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team

I've been with every rapper who's legendary

Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard

'Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause I'm your leader

Bitches, they suck my peter, while I drinkin' margaritas

**** get laid down, seven displayed sounds

N9ne the Crazed Clown, lines like sprayed rounds

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

If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my dick

I might look like a Clown, huh

But you **** sound like a mothafuckin' circus

Fuck you motherfuckers

This **** is the tightest **** movin' man

I mean, Tech N9ne will demolish all you ****

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