| The spiked red hair… and the. |
| and the, paint on his face
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| Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein’it man
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| He’s not as grounded as he used to be Tech was a devil worshiper
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| You know you see a black dude with red hair
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| And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
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| Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin’out man
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| That.that's he’s doin’that for the white folks
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| That white shit he doin’man
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| I’ve been writing for
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| Nineteen years for sure
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| Haters in these times
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| Niggaz don’t wanna see me shine
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| Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
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| And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
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| So this songs is gonna tell me ??
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| Hey, I’ve been bustin'
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| And fizz knuckin’bitches
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| It tizz nothin’for years puffin'
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| I’ve been clutchin’riches from his muffin'
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| Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin’I
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| (Don't know what the fuck you thinkin’tellin me this shit is hella fake)
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| Say, since way back in the days rappin'
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| The blaze happen
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| I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
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| And stage saggin'
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| Theys wackin’Nina stays layed backin’I
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| (Rap at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
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| Hey, this is amazin’how niggaz formulate they hatin'
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| You fuckin’fornicate your mistakin'
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| We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
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| Who’s bringin’in through the bacon, huh
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| Who’s keepin’this shakin', huh
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| (Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
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| Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won’t get played on the radio
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| Too gangsta for an old lady bro
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| Gangsta niggaz don’t hate me no Wanksta niggaz won’t face me though
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| (Talkin'shit and ?? people tellin’me that I really need a vest)
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| Okay
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| I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
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| Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
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| And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta
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| Throw your rags in the air
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| And know that nobody there
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| Will compare to your gangsta
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| Saggin’pants to the floor
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| Every womens a bitch or a whore
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| When your gangsta
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| Pack ya guns in the club
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| If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
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| Is what they sayin’to me I shoulda been done come wit a gun
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| For the ones who bump they gums who the one
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| Said a nigga was’nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
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| Said a nigga might scare lil’ones
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| He’s a fuckin’nightmare, here he comes
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| Really red hair and my face painted
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| They said (Gangsta)
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| ?? |
| is so (Gangsta)
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| But I really ain’t (Gangsta)
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| I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
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| Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
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| You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
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| You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
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| Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
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| Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
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| ?? |
| is (Gangsta)
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| 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
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| The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)
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| They say
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| When you in them streets, creep creep
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| Cause some gangstas want a head blast
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| Cause I run with the red rags
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| And try make the feds flash
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| Try to swipe my bread stash
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| (That's that bullshit I’m gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
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| Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ?? |
| bit my shit
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| Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
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| So you gotta be thankfull to who?
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| By the way homie what’s gangsta to you?
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| (Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
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| I got that
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| How can C-Bo be wrong?
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| How can Yukmouth be wrong?
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| How can Lynch be wrong?
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| How can 2Pac be wrong? |
| Bitch!
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| I’ve been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
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| I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
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| But it seems these punks are confussed because I’m my own kind
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| But I’m back on deck cause Kansas City is who’s throne? |
| Mine!
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| This ain’t no punk shit
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| Nigga this is strength at it’s finest
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| 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
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| And try to disregard the real
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| You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
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| I get your death threats cause I’m the king bitch
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| Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
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| But I stay a hella game
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| And you punks is so lame
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| Cause my mobbin’gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
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| I’ve been with every rapper who’s legendary
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| Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
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| Cause I bring the heater
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| Love me cause I’m your leader
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| Bitches they suck my peter
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| While I drinkin’Margaritas
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| Niggaz get layed down
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| Seven displayed sounds
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| N9ne the crayzed klown
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| Lines like sprayed rounds
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| This is for all you haters who don’t pump my shit
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| If you say this ain’t gangsta then you can suck my dick!
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| I might look like a clown
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| But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin’circus
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| Fuck you motherfuckers!
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| This nigga is the tightest nigga movin’man
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| I mean… Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
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| From the stage show, to rockin’the mic you name it Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
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| Tech N9ne |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Come Gangsta (Inspired by Kutt Calhoun’s “The Darkness”) , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Everready, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп