[Tech N9ne]   I used to press my Dickies with Stay Flo   Sold pieces for my reli, Chasin peso   Now they want me with nothin cause I let my pay show   So I hop inside of my Mercedes and let the bass go...   On you hatin ass niggaz   I deserve everything I get, A creatin cash getter   I aint puttin the 2 on the 10   I'm makin vast figures   You fags bitter, mad   Wanna be fakin class with us   How they thinkin they gonna come and conquer us?   Little Mini Cooper hatin on a monster truck   Ponder such, I'll have you up in yonder, stuck   Not a nare nutta brotha stutter that conjure a...   Nothin, Nathin, The Ruger's penetration   Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin   Boom, Bing, Bang   All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim   Aint a damn thang sane, I get it in   Want some drama? Well I can fit it in   We can make it so you're no longer a citizen   Suction from beneath you   We just a little dust'n   All because I'm bringin the bucks in      [Chorus]   They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)   But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)   So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)   They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)      They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)   But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)   So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)   They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)      [Big Scoob]   On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops   I used to cop and used to chop   And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's   And on the late night at Ms. White's   I'm fuckin with Will, We used to play fight   Then one night, We came up with Vill   Young thugs dump drugs   Nigga hungry for meals   Young thugs jumped blood   Nigga itchin for kills   Shit was real in the field, man   This shit was too real   Lost my homies to this shit, man   This shit is for real   But nigga, Nowadays the streets   They go hard on the hustla   All these pussy niggaz lackin   So us real niggaz suffer   Not plentiful for me no more   It's hoes in the game   Since I smell when paper foldin, man   I rollin with Strange   Pour some whiskey, Party with me   Tell the Feds if they miss me   They aint comin for me now   Then nigga, Bet they don't get me   So all you muthafuckin sucka niggaz wishin me gone   Big homie, Strange Music   Resurrection, I'm home      [Chorus]   They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)   But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)   So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)   They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)      They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)   But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)   So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)   They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)      [Messy Marv]   All I do is sell dope and nigga talk bricks   Talk with bananas and talk clips   Ride around and smoke kush with the yurner on me   Drink them champagne bottles with the flower on 'em   All that talkin loud will get a nigga a hit   You see them cherry red chucks?   Yeah, I'm with the shit   Anyway I bounce out, man   I hit 'em up and I'll lock up with you   We could get 'em up   I still wear a gold grill, 10 across the bottom   They call me 19-5 cause a nigga got 'em   Click-Clack, nigga   Yanka get yanked on   There's been alotta hatin, nigga   Since I came home   Anything a nigga do, homie   It's Federal and come with football numbers in the level 4   They wanna bee a nigga dead, man   But nathin, Tech fuck them muthafuckaz   They could keep hatin      [Chorus]   They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)   But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)   So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)   They come to get me, I'm bustin (Uh huh)      They wanna leave me with nothin (Huh uh)   But they aint talkin about nothin (Huh uh)   So I aint trippin on nothin (Huh uh)   They come to get me, I'm bustin, bustin (Uh huh)