[Intro]

Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)

Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)

But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby

(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)

Long Overdue (how we do it)

But you asked for it

So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)

Get Paid



[Verse 1]

Let me tell you a little story about this nigga I know

From the M and the O

A chemical nigga who says I got criminal flows

I'ma set the record straight for a second

Everybody knows this nigga is hot-headed

And due for a mic checkin.

You drew first blood in '94

Trickin with my baby momma

You know the one you called a ho

I'ma let you know

That if you take it back to the past

When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie

You can ask my bro, He will let you know

Back then I shared my pussy.

You was using music as a form of pursuing

Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin

Who the fuck is you foolin?

I can still make her make you put yo muthafuckin mic down

Straight interrupt yo show

And serve yo ass in her nightgown

Right now

Fuck the rappin, we can fight now

Tight style, Sell for miles

Change the name Vell to Vall

Call him Dame or Gal

Cause the way he came was foul

Nigga that's bitch shit

Tech N9ne you dissed it

But they missed it

Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride

But you lied, I don't mean to hurt yo feelings inside

But you sold 5,000 Nationwide

You a clown man

You niggaz think I jokin, go check the SoundScan

All I wanna know is.



[Chorus]

Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?

(He wanna get paid)

And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?

(He wanna get paid)

Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up

Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa

Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up

Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.



[Verse 2]

Yo

This nigga struggling to be the better man

Why fuck around with a tech milla meter

When you know the nigga is a clever brand

Naw, I ain't never ever seen the niggaz video

Cause It never ran

And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain't a veteran?

Nigga, I wrote my first rhyme in '85 right

'86, '87, '88, name me Tech N9ne right

'89, '90, I was rippin hella shows, don't you even try cat

'90 through '99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best

Motherfucker can you buy that?

We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City

That's small time

That's why yo shit will never be in the hands of many

My shit is clean and packs a punch pal

And yeah you right, yo shit's a sloppy hurl and drunk style

This nigga is failin in the biz

Bets step behind this

Don't know where his mind is

That's why the Nina's bout to tell it like it is

Tech Tech N9ne is

Kansas City's Finest

All I wanna know is.



[Chorus]

Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?

(He wanna get paid)

And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?

(He wanna get paid)

Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up

Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa

Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up

Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.

Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money

And I'm blastin a nigga which makes the situation real funny

I'm beginning to see real deals, real scrill and real honeys

And you don't wanna get with a nigga that's sick makes you a real dummy

He said I worship satan and he worship god that's why we can't work

Nigga that's a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my cock out

And say I seen you comin out of Roc house

This is the third round knockout

When you die and all ya piss, cum, and feces drop out

Tellin motherfuckers we bit (Let's Get Fucked Up)

From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)

Knowin the shit that we spit (Make bitches wanna fuck)

And make niggaz get on they grit (And yo shit don't)

We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou

Niggaz are through now

Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style

Niggaz are too foul

Sole and Tech, and you can bet you'll never see em wet

You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX

Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil

Said Tech rappin on his shit payin for him and his kids meals

I feel bad for the nigga, so I'ma let it out

A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...



[Chorus]

Why this nigga steadily savin his flows for me?

(He wanna get paid)

And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me?

(He wanna get paid)

Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up

Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa

Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up

Something wrong with his medullah oblongota

Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up

Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa

Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up

Something wrong with his medullah oblongota

[Outro]

NIGGA

A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread

(blows kiss)