| This song is dedicated to Brian B’zl Dennis
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| and all of the 57th Street Rogue Dog Villians
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| Real Riot Makers.
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| This one right here’s for the Riot Makers!
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| The moshers! |
| The stompers! |
| The jail breakers!
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| We gon start this shit off right!
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| We got KCMO in the house tonight!
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| We gon start this shit off right! |
| (Off right!)
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| We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! |
| (Come on!)
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| This is the moment for riders and thugs
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| Strippers in body bags, empassin violence and drugs
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| Poverty, a bunch of minorities die in the clubs
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| They say my music’s makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood
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| This is my music for all my people missin my music
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| Keep listenin to it, and like I said, get a pistol and use it Satan shot my homie Maintain with a missile and blew it for the industry, cuz he was one of the truest.
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| I don’t know why they keep pumpin it’s somethin
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| Maybe in the music they wanna be bumpin
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| it’s crunk and it’s hella haterific
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| Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play
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| when October is lookin bloody and Satanistic
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| Killas from everywhere listen to me when I be bustin shit
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| then turbulence, don’t get nervous when I wreck arenas
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| Concert promoters in Honolulu don’t wanna see me cuz they say that Somoans will riot on Tecca Nina cuz I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| That’s if you don’t know… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| They mosh at my shows… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| And I come out bustin… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| RIOT MAKER! |
| I don’t give a damn about nuthin!
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| I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper.
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| Riot maker
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| Hop in a mosh pit fa sho!
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| You push, you shove, you get elbowed!
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| Back on cuz this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre
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| all of the soldiers who got gone on that day
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| All my people’s thats sittin in prison
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| this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I’m spittin?
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| Fuck the law and the government they’ll hymn yo ass up They’ll do everything in their power to get a fast buck
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| No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb
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| But you’ll find out, when you bind out, you can be free if your money long
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| Ever been to one of my shows? |
| Yeah, it might be crazy
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| In Ohio, that shit got a little too hyphy, baby
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| Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn’t hold back
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| But they dropped her, now she’s unconscious with her skull cracked
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| Now when this happened, it wasn’t even during my set
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| They wanted me to give a sign to post up the hospital debt
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| When Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playin.
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| This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! |
| Cuz I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| That’s if you don’t know… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| They mosh at my shows… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| And I come out bustin… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| RIOT MAKER! |
| I don’t give a damn about nuthin!
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| I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper.
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| Riot maker
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| Stand back if you frightened!
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| Yeah! |
| Get back cuz we fightin!
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| I’m a skyscraper.
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| That’s why everybody in my path is trynna get a little piece of my paper
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| Man I swear, the Nina will never love them, plug them
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| when I’m rollin with Skatterman and Snug Brim!
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| It’s Skatterman, cat, Strange Music’s black sheep. |
| (Why?)
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| Cuz I’m still countin money off the back streets
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| Every city, every show, I got to pack heat
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| This ain’t no fucking rap song, check my rap sheet
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| I’m one of a kind, turn one into nine
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| Blow your head of your shoulders, dog, it’s nothin but time
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| And I never raise my voice. |
| You a bum, why should I holler on you?
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| With a whisper I can drop a couple dollars on you
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| Sss.sss… sick them rottweilers on you
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| Killers bustin out the windows of Impalas on you
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| A made man in the streets, I made grams
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| Wrote lyrics about my life, dropped an album, and made fans
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| Now I’m chillin on tour with the redhead wonder
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| Do 57 shows in a three month summer
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| Any deuce bitch ass nigga fuckin with Tech
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| gonna be found in some park with his nuts in his neck
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| Like you ain’t know, we put it down like this
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| Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi, groupies, doobies, and fins
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| Suzy Qs ain’t no excuse for the sin
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| So watch your tongue, if you movin we come to shootin up at you and your bitch
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| You just assume you tried the shoes, they ain’t fit
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| You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch |
| Whether it’s reppin dog, or movin them bricks
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| I keep it gutta little homie, look my records, see I’m doin it big
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| As you can tell I ain’t no regular nigga… I’m filled with star qualities
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| I hang out with bitches thats naked… and watch the bra swallow me It’s always solo, you can’t fake it. |
| so don’t try ta follow me You still can’t get back up on your feet… You right back where you ought to be
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| I see you failin cuz Strange Music got it locked boy
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| Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy
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| It’s really fuck a hata, some some weed, get ya papa
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| You can see me now or later, muthafuckin Riot Maker. |
| Cuz I’m a RIOT MAKER! |
| That’s if you don’t know… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| They mosh at my shows… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| And I come out bustin… I’m a.
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| RIOT MAKER! |
| RIOT MAKER! |
| I don’t give a damn about nuthin!
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| I’m a sly dranker… I’m a skyscraper.
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| Riot maker
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| We will… shut this muthafucka down
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| We will… tear up your muthafuckin town!
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| Since 1985… Six, six, triple eight, forty six, ninety nine, three.
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| Welcome… to Everready.
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| Enjoy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riot Maker (Inspired By Tyrone Kendal AKA Short Nitty) , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Everready, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп