187 On A Hook Lyrics
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have
shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get
away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a
motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to
a vigi it aint nothing but gun play
Buck these niggas im a killa sreaming regime deep navis wit heat
like the A team and when my K scream its causing nothing but murder
bucking these niggas making hate me
Yeah nigga we don't give a fuck nigga we thug lords connected from
tech n9ne and touched for the thug war whose got love for these
niggas wit no love at all give a fuck guns clutched only left a
ball I know you heard of me wanna murder me cause im the nigga that
cooked the bird ?? In the kitchen moms itchin had the whole gang
unwrapping chickens nigga and we was headed for the jack strapped
wit a fat gat all my niggas down to rat tat tat tat west coast bad
boys we was yelling now west coast mafia regime and thug zellin
nigga
187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook
we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and
to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking
hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book
got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint
nothing but gun play
Try to get me for my scratch and you get your arm detached if you
try to rip me on a track I put you in a ziploc napsack believe it I
get glocks at that price im like martini and rossi Austispumante
alright niggas that kill em up on sight killa nigga night something
wit tinted widows dumpin at you hit dump compliments of south
sacramento you could ask lil zar or big zow im a monster I keep
long gats like charles bronson and im on some put you in the trunk
all fucked up and lonesome its gon come armageddon nigga my arms is
sweating cause I been busting them model thangs see im good with
the weapon plus I really don't like you nigga you whole crew cant
bust and I felt that shit way back when you was down wit us clown
wit us used to smoke a pound wit us now im bound to cut you and
your homies up nobody even heard your stuff said its 187 187 me and
C-Bo and Tech N9ne on your bunker bunking wit a mac 11
187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook
we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and
to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking
hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book
got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it aint
nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga im ready to peel one instead of the
shoulders I gotta diss toward a niggas grill some vigalantee and
villigan regime niggas come wit steel guns get ready to sleep cause
you tripped when you fuck wit a villian which one of yall
motherfuckers said fuck Tech N9ne shady Pacino turned C-hoe when I
clutched that n9ne me and my nigga C-Bo Yuk mezzole not only bust
that rhyme we can do it illegal so the evil'll give a fuck next
time nigga don't you ever spit my name cha and thinking that shits
the same cha two thou we switched the game and spit the flame wah
Allah oh akbar Is what I say before I buck ya motherfuck busters
like vell bakardy yeah nigga had enough ya get ready to suffer
kneel down nigga Tech N9ne Killa Klown nigga six feet underground
is where your found nigga 40 water would never did a song witcha if
he knew the song was about me never make a million next time say my
name say my name like destinys children bitch
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have
shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get
away and to a vigi it aint nothing but gun play Its 187 on a
motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to
a vigi it aint nothing but gun play
Be Jealous
[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
Agony, don't be speaking my name, I know I fucked up
On a personal tip, but if you niggas talking about you better rap,
mother fuckers better duck
And if any of you niggas over there on the inside, infiltrating me
and my rouges
Them niggas don't give no fucks about how many Tech N9ne units
sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes
log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my
dog!
And that justice mother fuckers won't quit, saying The Calm Before
The Storm†aint shit
We killed yall when 96-97, when about when the new shit hit
And I heard niggas said I was washed up, said the Tech N9ne flow
was sleep
That's probably why I got new shit in new movies like Digging In
Water and Its Too Deep
Niggas be jealous, tie you up and beat you down to a bloody pulp
son
Got my villains and me, mad enough to bust one
I'm the second coming, but you don't know 'cause you dumb
Before I go, I'll tell you jealous mother fuckers to suck one
[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
