Ain't Nobody Fkin' Wit It

Intro - Tech
Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this
Tech Niner, Sole'
Bout to make that as* hot baby
Like this, yo

Female singing
I heard the party didn't stop
'Til Tech Niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
let their cash drop, ladies made that as* hot
Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do

Tech
This one's for the ' in the club
fked up, full of liquor
Fittin' to let the Tech N9ne feelin' hit ya
Everybody respect mine when I step up
INSANE (ish)
Killa, killa, doin' damage to a nigg* BRAIN (ish)
Haters can't maintain

Sole'
Killin' everybody with the murderous flow
I'mma let a nigg* know 'bout fly Sole'
Bad to the bone with the fked up jump
So we all get drunk and crunk all day
We hard, let's keep all this marvelous s**t
We killin' everything
And Tricky started all of this s**t

Tech
Ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed
Takin Sole', be the brainiacs

Sole' and Tech
Warner Brothers and DreamWorks
So I guess we're Animaniacs
All the in the back get with the ladies in the front
>From side to side, we gon' survive and get what the fk we want
That's right

1 - Sole' and Tech
Ain't nobody fkin' wit it, y'all forget it
Ain't nobody fkin' wit it, cuz we kill 'em
And these hoes and know we keep it rough
And make it rougher
Cuz all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafka

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Tech
I'm dancin' with this b*tch with an as* so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit that as* from the back
With that as* in my rap, put that as* on the map
I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas can't see, fill the on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to bomb and I will
Ask me to be calm and I kill
I got that bomb style and your s**t ain't real
Your s**t is simply - unrealistic
Your b*tch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this d*ck
In a minute, I'mma bust this flow
I'mma let these suckas know
Nine millimeter is about to blow
And I'm out to get your ho
Puncuate the first to shake that as* and get that cash stack
All the playa haters better stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ??? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon
Yo, I thought you heard Tech Niner got that ground control
All up in your b*tch's roll with that as* exposed, yo

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Sole'
Na na na na na
You can not fk with Tech N9ne and Sole'
Comin' with the rough s**t
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely
Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could fk me
If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it cuz this ho just ran up
The way you bustas try to step to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about ki's and dope, broke
I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, wash your mouth out with soap
Ladies dressed with power, awfully remote
Time, nigg* it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine
Blowin' nine, and I'mma shine, growin'
Hella as* I'm showin'
I see you in the back freakin'
Everybody in the front tweekin'
While me and Tech be peakin'
Off in the club scene every weekend, we the s**t
Throwin' rough ride full of grit, as* that you wanna get
Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
On the back seat of your Jeep, over peak rollin' deep cuz...

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Outro - Tech
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
This nigg* Tricky got me drunk
Off this mothafkin' Hennessy and Alize' baby
We off in ATL kickin' it for Sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Too much as* in one room baby
Shake what your mothafkin' mama gave ya
Tech Niner in this b*tch
For the year 2-thou baby
It's all delicious, Tech N9ne
b*tch

"Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..."