作曲 : Watson, Yates
The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face
Whoa, hold on, man, 
Tech is losin' it, man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil wor*************per
Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard
I mean look, he look scary to me too
Man, that ain't 
Tech man, he sellin' out, man
That's, that's, he's doin' that *************t for the white folks
That's white *************t he doin', man
I've been writing for nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times, *************z don't wanna see me *************ne
Stop me and then try to tell me, come gangsta
And then compare me to 
Nelly, where ya bang bra?
So this song's gonna tell me
So called gangsta *************z who the ************* has always been the bigger 
GHey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin' ***********
It is nothin' for years puffin', 
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Here's ************* you *************z this is toughin' 
IDon't know what the ************* you thinkin' tellin' me this *************t is hella fake
Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen
I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin'
They's wackin' 
Nina stay laid back and 
IRap at *************z constantly they never know the money 
Nina makes
Hey, this is amazin' how *************z formulate they hatin'
You ***********' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh?
Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh?
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh?
Got any questions 
Sinister Tech and 
Tecca Nina *************z, know the rest
Gay, is all you punks and 
Mitch Bades
Diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Two gangsta for an old lady, bro
Gangsta *************z don't hate me no, ***********sta *************z won't face me though
Talkin' *************t and bunch my people tellin' me 
I really need a vest, okay
I rep the town harder than any of you *************z
Wherever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me
Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every woman's a ************* or a whore when you're a gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come with a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a ************* wasn't gonna make another record
Said I was wack and washed up, done
Said a ************* might scare little ones
He's a ***********' nigh***********are, here he comes
With red hair and my face painted
They say gangsta 
Messy Marvin, 
Colione is so gangsta
But I really ain't gangsta 
I need to come up wit a gangsta
Scritch the scratch on my ************* 
Fat Tone is so gangsta
You need a bit of that gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta
Mr. Stinky 
Vigilante so gangsta, 
Brotha Lynch is gangsta
The Bigga 
Figga is gangsta, 57 
RDVs are so gangsta
That ************* 50 is gangsta, they say
When you in them streets, creep, creep'
Cause some gangstas want a head blast 'cause 
I run with the red rags
And tryin' to make the 
Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash
That's that bull*************t 
I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the money grip
Okay, you *************z kill me in 
Nosferatu vampire bit my *************t'
Cause you *************z feel me, surprised 
I got you right here with my *************t?
So you gotta be thankful to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
Money, *********** and alcohol and plenty *********** all up on your *************
I got that
How can C-
Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong, *************?
Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every woman's a ************* or a whore when you're gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug
And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas 
City so them other cats can gon' *************ne
But it seems these punks are confused because 
I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck 'cause 
Kansas City is who's throne? 
MineThis ain't no punk *************t, ************* this is strength at it's finest
I made this *************t so all you simps can rewind it
Meaning, you ************es who say this 
Tech *************t ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real, you ************ is hard to feel
I get your death threats 'cause 
I'm the King, *************
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling *************t
But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame'
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that 
Tech is very hard'
Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause 
I'm your leader
***********, they suck my peter, while 
I drinkin' margaritas
*************z get laid down, seven displayed sounds
N9ne the Crazed 
Clown, lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't bump my *************t
If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my *************
I might look like a 
Clown, huh
But you *************z sound like a ***********' circus
************* you mother************s
This ************* is the tightest ************* movin' man
I mean, Tech 
N9ne will demolish all you *************z
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you name it
That's why 
I roll wit him, he my favorite rapper, real talk, 
Tech N9ne