[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, cuz 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 cuz 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, cuz they know it, and I’ma do it big   That’s why the Techa Nina never ever got a problem getting a gig   Cuz 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, cuz 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, cuz 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 cuz 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, cuz 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