Come Gangsta

The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face

Wha, 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 is..that's he's doin' that for the white folks

That white shit he doin' man

I've been writing for

Nineteen years for sure

Hate rules in these times

Niggaz don't wanna see me shine

Stop me, and then try ta tell me (Come gangsta)

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

So this songs is gonna tell me ??

Hey, I've been bustin'

And fizz knuckin' bitches

It tizz nothin' for years puffin'

I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'

Here's fuck you niggaz 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 days would blade packin'

And stage saggin'

Theys wackin' Nina stays laid backin' I

(Laugh at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)

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

You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'

We can never coralate 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 niggaz know the rest)

Gay,

Is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio

Too gangsta for an old lady bro

Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no

Wanksta niggaz won't face me though

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

Okay

I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz

Where ever 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

Sag your pants to the floor

Every women's a bitch or a whore

When your gangsta

Pack ya guns in the club

If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta

Is what they sayin' to me

I shoulda been done come wit a gun

For the ones who bump they gums who the one

Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up, done

Said a nigga might scare, lil' ones

He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes

With red hair and my face painted

They said (Gangsta)

Messy Mob and Colion is a (Gangsta)

But I really ain't (Gangsta)

I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)

Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)

You need a bit of that (Gangsta)

You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)

Mr. Stinky Vigalante so (Gangsta)

Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)

The Briggit Diggit is (Gangsta)

57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)

The nigga fifty 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 try make the feds flash

Try to swipe my bread stash

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

Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit

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

So you gotta be thankfull 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 see-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

Sag your pants to the floor

Every women's a bitch, or a whore

When your gangsta

Pack ya guns in the club

If they shrug to 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 confussed 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 mutherfuckers 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 a hella game

And you punks is so lame

Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole tank [A screech of some kind]

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

Niggaz 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 gangsta, you can suck my dick!

I might look like a clown

But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus

Fuck you motherfuckers!

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