[Intro:]
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Are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight?
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Ha, are you ready for some F.U.N. tonight?
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I wanna have a little F.U.N.,you wanna have a little F.U.N., everyone...lets have F.U.N., the F.U.N.'s begun....
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm different, you can see the Nina from a distance, my sick sense tell me you're hating on me again,
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persistent, jealousy, and resistance for my existence so I gotta go for ya chin,
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Workin out, you can keep on workin out, but your chin ain't workin out, now your teeth are burstin out,
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BAAANG! Fowl thangs lookin how thou came, so I gotta lift up the milimeter and eat them like chow man(e),
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I feel like F.U.N., thats why I will never be thus a real live one, the kind of F.U.N. that make them pull a 30 round drum,
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you givin me negativity and really sound dumb, when ya say to me "You still rappin? I aint heard ya since '01."
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Dont make a nigga beat you down like showin up the Shogun, then have to glow son,
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Im like the chose one, and you not knowin when to respect the Nina makes it like so F.U.N.!
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[Chorus:]
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Any time somebody come and disrespect I say F.U.N.,
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When they trippin, look them in the eye and say F.U.N.,
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when they get the picture they might go for they gun, they been hatin on me from day one!
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F.U.N.'s what ya need to say (Fuck you Niggas)
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Got guns on me either way (Fuck you Niggas)
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Thats F.U.N. everybody say F.U.N. (Fuck you Niggas)
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Say (Fuck you Niggas) Hey (Fuck you Niggas) Alright
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[Verse 2:]
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Diamonds on my neck, got diamond on my wrists pierced diamond in their lips,
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so its diamonds on my dick, thats yo chick, know when I rock the McRick spits sick,
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she strips quick cuz Ninas big shit, and you say you aint even heard nothin new played,
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since the calm befor the storm and you dont like today, thats the reason I gotta tell ya up fate oo yate,
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and im off in El Paso fuckin a bitch up in Guanalou Bay;
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I'm straight F.U.N with it, you niggas done did it, dumbshit..
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is when ya compare me my nigga
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Young with it (Cha)
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Now aint that sum shit-it, we two different things, with two different schemes,
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but be off on yo ladies tongue with it, and I have her so sprung,
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when ya hate for nothin nigga we can get to bustin and puffin air out of your lung,
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thats how the mole run, I be like so stunned when you dont even rep respect I so I go F.U.N.!
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[Chorus:]
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[Verse 3:]
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Give me my props nigga, who you know got them yellin KC,
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MO overseas makin Europe straight hop nigga,
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I need a answer man, you a cancer man, and Im rockin shippers, and Switzerland, and Amsterdam;
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Ask Snoop Dog, he will tell you all that Im too tall to be studyin any of you goof balls,
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so gone you never find Nina like blue drawls, except on billboard or Post-Star so fuk(e) ya'll..
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I dont care where ya go all around the world, if you tell them... you from Kansas City.
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The first thing they gone say is "Do you know Tech N9ne?" and you better jeff and say "Thats the Kansas City King, I love him!"
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[Chorus:]
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F.U.N. (Fuck You Niggas)
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| Tech N9ne |
