Chorus: {Tec-9}
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Why is everybody player hate'n me
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I guess it cuz, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.
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It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and
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A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
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Why is everybody player hate'n me
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I guess it cuz, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.
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It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and
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A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
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Verse One: {Tec-9}
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I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy
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Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha nigga
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You better not let me catch'cha
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Now who slipped and left the fuckin' gate's open
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I'm on the outside waitin' scopin' out opportunity's
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To make a motherfuckin' million is this industry and
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I know you recognize I'm threatin' to shut 'em down
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Strike 'em down like lightin' it's quite excitin'
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To be the player that I be once again call me
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The capital T-E-C pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga
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Rollin' Opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga
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Don't knock me, just watch me, as I rise to the top
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Black Connection nigga, and I be slangin' all night
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Sleepin' all day, can't figure out how I turned out that way
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I hang around slanger's gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's
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Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
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Ski mask's passin' me by so why should I try
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If I'm not strapped with my automatic AK
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Anyway, I'm a spray when I hit the corner
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Chorus
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Verse Two: {Tec-9}
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Got four across the top, nigga all gold's
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Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a dozen
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They see me chillin' with the wife, and
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Start the trouble, but on the double
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I'll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin check
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To get respect, like that y'all
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Yeah, I'm rollin' by kind of high in a
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Candy Shaw, got connects with the mob
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Bill's payed up front, Black Connection's
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Givin' a party you got's to bring yo own blunt
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I wonder if I'm a last to the end of time
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Or will my face end up on tee shirt's
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My family cryin' with all this playa hate'n goin'
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On in this world today, who's real who's not
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Nobody's safe to say, I see some nigga's
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Who claim to be down, but ain't really down
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Cuz when you down, them motherfucker's stop comin' around
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So I'm a stick to the G-Code,
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don't change the nigga's that you came up with
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Them the real nigga's,
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the bigger nigga's that you hang with and slang with
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Try'na find a way to come up on a few key's
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Try'na find a way to come up on a few gee's
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Chorus: {Tec-9}
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Why is everybody player hate'n me
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I guess it cuz, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.
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It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and
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A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
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Verse Three: {Tec-9}
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Got a back yard full of nigga's screamin'
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Let me go, but I don't think so
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Because you know I'm the bounty hunter,
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Bounty Hunter comin' to get'cha,
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The shit that I be carryin' straight up split'cha
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I propolize the situation keep on thuggin'
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Tellin' me you think I'm all that, but I'm just hustlin'
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Comin' up in the game, steady fillin' up my cocaine
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I fuck with real nigga's we live, you die
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I often dream of straight makin' it
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You got's to be about them dollar's ain't no fakin' it
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Break out the bacon soda, break out the cola
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Whip it for a hour, bring it back like a boulder
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It's time for distribution, fuckin' confusion
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Closin' my competition shop down
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Yo look for me, or you get struck down
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Ain't no goin' down my attitude is straight rude
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When I was lookin' out for us, you was lookin' out for you
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My enemies are around me, and in my face
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They got my crossed out and locked down in that place
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But I'll be back and down for an 187, it get's the job done
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Because I brought my Mock-11, fully automatic
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Prepare to handle static, rat-a-tatta
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Won't y'all look at all these nigga's scatter
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Before I let the bullet's go, I watch the nigga break
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To his knee's and cry just like a hoe
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{Bitch ass nigga}
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Chorus
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{Tec-9 Talkin'}
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Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
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Say Yella, them fool's wasn't ready for that huh
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Yeah, cuz I'm ballin' in that U.P.T.
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Ride out with that shit
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It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and
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A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
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Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
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