| If you got scratch | |
| Nigga | |
| Get the fuck up | |
| Throw your hands up | |
| If you hella | |
| Fucked up | |
| Einstein | |
| TECH N9NE | |
| Two triple zip | |
| Crack a jaw | |
| Whip 'em all | |
| If they wanna trip | |
| Ladies with the bar codes | |
| Meet me after this | |
| Maybe you can show me | |
| The meaning of abyss | |
| Everybody on the wall | |
| Momma is a bzzz | |
| Had her at | |
| The Budgetel | |
| Stroking | |
| On my dzzz | |
| This ones | |
| For the psychos | |
| Gang bangers | |
| And sluts | |
| Bumbs holding the pipe | |
| Those | |
| College graduate fucks | |
| I feel for no foes | |
| I kill till I close | |
| My trap | |
| I'm ill when I flow | |
| And you never doze | |
| When I rap | |
| TECH TECH | |
| Gimme women and much alcohol | |
| And I'm straight | |
| Eat drink | |
| And be merry | |
| Yo come tomorrow | |
| Might be your fate | |
| Yo look | |
| Look over there | |
| It's that | |
| Nigga with the hair | |
| TECH and Juan | |
| What a pair | |
| The rest equals | |
| MC squares | |
| What | |
| [Hook] | |
| Who got this | |
| Mother fucking house | |
| On lock | |
| Who | |
| Einstein | |
| Huh what | |
| TECH N9NE | |
| Damn | |
| Who keeps it sizzling | |
| Who keeps it hot | |
| Who | |
| Einstein | |
| Huh what | |
| TECH N9NE | |
| Damn | |
| K C Mo Roll | |
| K C Mo Roll | |
| [2nd Verse] | |
| Everybody witness | |
| My soul sickness | |
| If you dig TECH | |
| When he's twisted | |
| Then go get this | |
| Bringing the house down | |
| When I rip shit | |
| Like the plates shifted | |
| Angels come in many shades | |
| Either drunk or lifted | |
| The Einstein | |
| Meaning gifted | |
| Too slick to get with | |
| Two years ago | |
| My shit was broke | |
| But now I fixed it | |
| With the quickness | |
| You missed it | |
| When I used to roll with | |
| Misfits and Nitwits | |
| But now who I do biz with | |
| Ain't none of yo business | |
| Blood thirst | |
| In the church now | |
| The earth's | |
| The worst | |
| Clutch your purse | |
| When we lurk | |
| Cause we cursed | |
| From work | |
| Trying to | |
| Party like a mother fucker | |
| Broke as a joke | |
| Don't hire me | |
| But you arrest me | |
| When I'm selling my dope | |
| So who's the Einstein | |
| In N9NE N9NE | |
| TECH N9NE | |
| I'm crime mind | |
| In my prime rhyme time | |
| I'm mixing | |
| One fifty-one | |
| With Malibu rum | |
| And pineapple juice | |
| Among all my angels | |
| And wicked ones | |
| We're the party people | |
| Night and day | |
| Living crazy is the only way | |
| Einstein | |
| Get you where I got you when I'm on it | |
| Einstein | |
| Rock it | |
| Like you mother fuckers want it | |
| [Hook] | |
| Who got this | |
| Mother fucking house | |
| Who | |
| Einstein | |
| Huh what | |
| TECH N9NE | |
| Damn | |
| Who keeps it sizzling | |
| Who keeps it hot | |
| Who | |
| Einstein | |
| Huh what | |
| TECH N9NE | |
| Damn | |
| K C Mo Roll | |
| K C Mo Roll | |
| [3rd Verse] | |
| What do we say | |
| To haters off top | |
| Haters got beef | |
| They thinking we got | |
| We gonna get postal | |
| If it don't stop | |
| You can get ghost | |
| Or you can get shot | |
| Generation X | |
| Gonna party till the death | |
| Anybody tripping | |
| Gettin greeted with a stretch | |
| Taking everything | |
| And we're leaving nothing left | |
| Demons gotta die | |
| Have 'em breathing last breaths | |
| I feel that | |
| I got will | |
| And I'm gonna bill | |
| Till I'm killed | |
| Bell till I bail | |
| If I fail | |
| Then I'm gonna steal | |
| What I will | |
| TECH is a realist | |
| Running with killers | |
| You better vill this | |
| Be the witness | |
| To the coldest | |
| When I hold this dick | |
| They break camp | |
| When I flow this | |
| Einstein go the ill route | |
| Throw up your hands | |
| If you're villed out | |
| Or if you're real sauced | |
| I told you all I'm cold | |
| Dog I flows | |
| All heat | |
| I'm representing | |
| Rogue Dog | |
| Rogue Dog | |
| Fifty-seventh street |