text: Give me that beat Q
  Its a 2K jack move
  Tecca Ninna lyrical gat too
  Blast the whack past it pack
  When I rap backwards
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  If thats cool
  Say hello to the Tech N9ne
  The next with the best rhyme
  If you test mine
  Next time
  Thats mine
  But this is how we greet ya
  Crops do
  We got that reefer
  Puffing out the spout without a doubt
  Chill up in the party without a bout
  The most cloud no need to pout
  Its out
  We gotta shout
  Biggie Smalls the illest, the realest
  We love you thats what its about
  Psycho like Paris Trout when we dips out
  Flips out, groupie hoes I dismount
  At my shows they get a discount
  The fools hate
  Tech N9ne and the Rouge Dogs
  Straight jackin 2K
  Do you really want to party with these 50 hoes?
  Hell motherfucking yeah
  Do you really want that money from these nigga rows?
  Hell motherfucking yeah
  And even if youre down with my crew
  Ill jack them too
  Yukky Yuk numby numb whats up?
  Got some yancs lined up ready to kcuf
  And all faded
  Ready to get related the orgy was catered
  By the Midwest side team
  For you claiming me regime?
  Funky like my dungs on my tongue come try some
  Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?
  And if so
  Grip yo
  Pistol
  Get low
  And ready to bust but right about now
  Lets feel something from Puff
  All these freestylers around me trying to Riff a Raff
  Fuck where the niggas at
  Where the strippers at?
  All I want to say is that they dont give a damn about us
  Cause they trip when us
  Dont bust tips nigga
  Boss dogs in the house yall
  Come and party with the Ninna make the motherfucking house fall
  Well break in your crib than skate
  Jacking any player hater for a break
  Straight jackin 2K
  Got a nine in my pocket and im ready to bust
  Hella women and my records be like platinum plus
  2Pac the punks duck when you struck
  Much love to my outlaw niggas bringing the rup whats up?
  Everybody tripping off me and my frame of mind
  Wonder if im a psycho peeping the way we dine
  Futuristical, lyrical, flippable design
  Right up in my rhyme
  Me Tecca N9ne
  Higher the crime
  Jacking niggas with hella beat in the summertime
  Wait imma about im up in the grind
  Here come a crime
  In the industry
  About Missouris gonna climb
  When I find imma shine in my time leaving bustas behind like that!