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  • Текст песни Tech N9ne - Be Jealous

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    [Intro]
    I'm just a young boy, trying to get my money on
    Making music in K.C., he-he-he-he-he
    But Mitch Bade nigga's, wanna hate Techa Nina,
    And they won't stop fucking with me, so I'ma fuck wit nigga's

    Na-na-na-na-na, you can not fuck with
    That nigga Tech N9ne, coming wit that rough shit
    Them niggas know that I deserve it when they heard it
    Had the nerve to say its nothing, nigga, so I got to bust this

    Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all ya'll hater's
    Be Jealous, I see ya'll watching me when I walk in the club
    Be Jealous, This is dedicated to all Mitch Bader's
    Be Jealous, You mother fucker's ain't showing Tech Nina no love

    [Verse 1]
    Fuck Muh-Fuckers, buck Muh-Fuckers
    And the pain come nigga with a bang, I'ma killer, better duck Muh-Fucker
    Watch you standing on? (Nada) What you claim to bone? (Nada)
    What you plan to own? (Nada) That shit done came and gone
    Blood sweat and tears nigga, been about fifteen years nigga
    Ain't never been no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga
    That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches at Maniacs
    That's why them hoe's in the club with Tech given blowjobs in the back
    How many niggas really worry bout scars? How many niggas wanna become a wuss?
    Fuck with a nigga like Tech and a buzz Right to the head and the grave is dug
    Mean Mugs, nigga's ain't never seen love
    So they stream blood while I fiend bub full of green shrubs
    And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom
    To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting
    I'm hoaking with jealous, mother fuckers embellish
    But you can't say I ain't ready for fame, yonks, and relish

    [Chorus]
    Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling
    Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
    Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
    Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me
    Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
    Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he)
    Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
    And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

    [Verse 2]
    No more stalling, I'ma start prowling on niggas, growling on niggas
    And we smiling 'cause the Villain album went six thousand on niggas
    In Kansas City alone, we packed the dome with Mike and Liddy alone
    In the west side, Lee Jone, Milly Mal, I left you but it's a pity you're gone
    Niggas ain't know mine, 'cause they know it, and I'ma do it big
    That's why the Techa Nina never ever got a problem getting a gig
    'cause I rip shit they liked (chea), I flip shit you make right (chea)
    When I spit shit, I get rich quick, and make hits from doctors they liked (chea)
    9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come
    Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some
    Tried to be right to these niggas, tried to be nice to these niggas
    So now its time for Nine Godzilla to make mice of these niggas
    You envy me, 'cause your bitch play Techa Nina all day
    And you see me on MTV, kicking it with king Tech, my nigga sway
    Broke niggas ain't friends to me, you niggas really want me to disperse?
    Alright, I'll leave, but when I come back it's gonna be 20 G's a verse, nigga

    [Chorus]
    Be Jealous, when you see me on the T.V. Screen whiling
    Be Jealous, when you see me in the magazine smiling
    Be Jealous, when they let me in the club for free, niggas
    Be Jealous, 'cause I'm bumy wit bitches around me
    Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
    Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (he-he-he-he)
    Ha-ha, mother fucker, ha-ha (ha-ha)
    And the lit, I'ma spit, I'ma kick that shit

    [Verse 3]
    Niggas better stop talking about me, I ain't did shit
    I don't rap against niggas, stop trying to get me to rap so ya'll can make grits

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