Ain't Nobody Fuckin' Wit It

[intro - tech] Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this Tech niner, sole' Bout to make that a*s 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 Niggas let their cash drop, ladies made that a*s hot Make 'em say "ooh", that's what we do [tech] This one's for the niggas' in the club f**ked 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 nigga brain (ish) Haters can't maintain [sole'] Killin' everybody with the murderous flow I'mma let a nigga know 'bout fly sole' Bad to the bone with the f**ked up jump So we all get drunk and crunk all day We hard, let's keep all this marvelous shit We killin' everything And tricky started all of this shit [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 niggas in the back get with the ladies in the front >from side to side, we gon' survive and get what the f**k we want That's right 1 - [sole' and tech] Ain't nobody f**kin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it Ain't nobody f**kin' wit it, 'cause we kill 'em And these hoes and niggas know we keep it rough And make it rougher 'cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothaf**ka Repeat 1 [tech] I'm dancin' with this bitch with an a*s so fat Had to dash to the back, hit that a*s from the back With that a*s in my rap, put that a*s on the map I come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas 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 shit ain't real Your shit is simply - unrealistic Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this d**k In a minute, i'mma bust this flow I'mma let these s*ckas know Nine millimeter is about to blow And I'm out to get your ho Puncuate the first to shake that a*s 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 bitch's roll with that a*s exposed, yo Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [sole'] Na na na na na You can not f**k with tech n9ne and sole' Comin' with the rough shit Off in the club, me and my girls lookin' lovely Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could f**k me If you's a hustle man, throw your hands up Throw my hands up, I did it 'cause 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, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine Blowin' nine, and i'mma shine, growin' Hella a*s 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 shit Throwin' rough ride full of grit, a*s 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 'cause... Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [outro - tech] Ya know what I'm sayin'? This nigga tricky got me drunk Off this mothaf**kin' hennessy and alize' baby We off in atl kickin' it for sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'? Too much a*s in one room baby Shake what your mothaf**kin' mama gave ya Tech niner in this bitch For the year 2-thou baby It's all delicious, tech n9ne Bitch "bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..."