B.i.t.c.h. Lyrics - Tech N9ne

No, you ain't supposed to put on your devil suit 

When you come up in the church, young man 

Now they ain't about to think you a rebel 

You 'bout to make them think you birthed from flames 

La la la-di-da-da, wanna be on TV just to show out for mi mama 

But breakin' into colored houses, admit 

That it's a bitch when you sick like this 

Puttin' all the face paint I can put on 

Put my black jeans and black hood on 

That's your TV I just stood on 

With a faded habit this brother swerves when I sip vodka 

I'm the latest rabbit, in other words; I'm a hip-hopper 

You disc jockers never played me, you said my shit stopped ya 

2001, I mixed opera now every cliques' got the 

Sick caca with lots of rippin' about they chips, oughta 

Listen to this quick chopper flippin' and poppin' 

With the spirit of Pac and Big Poppa! 

Ya! This for your motherfuckin' rap quotes 

My shit is surprisin' and shockin' like Barack votes 

The traps broke when I rapped with Tunechi and Stacks though 

OG Mug said I'm gonna be the first rapper to cross over to black folk 

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Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses 

Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits 

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses 

Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses 

Man, it must suck to be you niggas 

Cause it don't suck to be this rich 

If you not fuckin' with me, brethren 

You can suck upon this dick 

Man I just get it how we get it where I live 

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) 

I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! 

Yeah, we out here workin' 

One things fo' sho', two things for certain 

I'm for real! That's how I live 

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) 

I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! 

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Since 2001 my people dodged me like Durango 

Now at my shows I see more N-words than Django 

(From Missouri) like Nelly, Chingy, and Chain Hang Low 

But Kansas City somewhere over the rainbow 

I'm in yo' house baby, I'm in yo' living room 

Lookin' down yo' blouse lady, and everybody is in tune 

To Tech Ninna, sex fiend a threat to his and whom 

They got a beautiful woman and givin' poon 

They want it cause I'm bout to be big and BOOM 

Breakin' into colored houses is hard, mane 

Cause everybody got guns 

And they got dogs 

And they got bars mane 

But I'm comin' thru that TV 

All the ghetto is gon' see me 

Sippin' the KC Tea 

Now you know Tech N9ne now everybody want a freebie! 

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses 

Polo boots and hella dark-colored outfits 

Ya, I'm breakin' into colored houses 

Fellas better put a chastity belt on your spouses 

Man, it must suck to be you niggas 

Cause it don't suck to be this rich 

If you not fuckin' with me, brethren 

You can suck upon this dick 

Man I just get it how we get it where I live 

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) 

I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! 

Yeah, we out here workin' 

One things fo' sho', two things for certain 

I'm for real! That's how I live 

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) 

I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! 

My people missin me, like Diana Ross 

No this ain't MMG, but I am a boss 

Although I'm wicked see, I'm fly and I floss 

So why am I lost 

Like my jam is off 

Yes you a day late 

Better late than never I'm a veteran 

My cheddar been truly silly like Stevie J face 

Every last one of these evil haters they see me vacate 

Tip to the crib, turn on the television and see my face like, "Hey, wait..." 

Man, it must suck to be you niggas 

Cause it don't suck to be this rich 

If you not fuckin' with me, brethren 

You can suck upon this dick 

Man I just get it how we get it where I live 

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) 

I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs! 

Yeah, we out here workin' 

One things fo' sho', two things for certain 

I'm for real! That's how I live 

Somebody better call 911 (Call 911) 

I'm breakin' in these niggas cribs!