Pbsa Lyrics - Strangeulation, Vol. 2 - Tech N9ne

Chest out, ten toes down 

Left routes been shown now 

Tech shouts, them foes frown 

Next bout, you stretched out, we test clout when in yo' town 

Ex'd out, full of debt doubt cause the best house we hold ground! 

Better run now, don't come around my way 

Gonna be dumbfound when the gun sounds cause sun down is my day 

Meaning I don't sleep, but yo food yes I'm gon' eat, alone peep 

Anybody tryna get the grown seat better gone, it's gonna be a long week! 

(Rah, rah, rah!) That's what they talkin' a lot of em bumpin' they chops 

But they can never compare to the winner, they simply be giving me something to knock 

I slay wack just play back my hits 

So you better stay back on this great track cause I made that my bitch! 

You wantin' this, I'm on a mission too 

So you ain't gonna get what you wanna get, this one I'm kickin' through 

Hit they mama, quit the trauma, hid dishonor gets to shoot 

If you want a bitch, a ton of shit cause I'ma hit your crew 

Bout to knock you out yo' skin, go in body, then I'ma go chin 

Place yo' bet, you gonna hate the Tech 

Cause I'ma break yo' neck, we ain't no kin 

Dreams and hopes will be broken when that flow spin 

I'ma fo' sho' sin, level headed when the rebel get it 

Heavy metal for this when I go in! 

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PLAY BALL! 

SLAY ALL! 

War paint on my mean mug 

Accolades, I got dumb clout 

Back to back I run mad laps 

When the sun's down or the sun's out 

Sara Jay on my side arm 

Y'all ain't tryna see me with guns out 

With mo anger, that's no-brainer 

So y'all niggas better run routes! 

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I heard something 'bout 

Anybody can get it, I'm with it 

I'm coming for Sun's crown 

When I hit him he don't have to one count 

Yeah I'm living, I love it, my lungs loud 

When I come from the summit 

The scrimmage, I did it, I done it like what now 

We could put up some butter and do it no stutter 

But put up or shut up, you're bummed out! 

That's a sure move, took a chump out, I'm so old school 

Yeah, say hi to my little friend 

Kill 'em with the pen, make the dynamite go boom! 

Talk about big balling, and it may seem that I'm stalling 

When I'm staring outta that wall and 

Bombing like Babe Ruth when I call it 

Yes y'all it, and my bet's all in, heck nah, never let y'all win 

In the game, everything a test to check 

To see who can really hang like a net, all in 

Come and train with the Ces, yeah 

It's no thing little bunny, I can bang with the best in the biz 

You better be steppin' on me with the breath with the gin 

Gotta run and tell Loraine nothin' left in the lid bruh, let's get it in 

You heard me, chewed 'em up, I'm done early 

Suited up in my jersey, feelin' like who or what can come serve me 

Y'all too corrupt to come prove to us your kung-fu 

You suck, you're unworthy, dirty like Harry be makin' my day 

Tell 'em I come to slay when I play, yeah! 

PLAY BALL! 

SLAY ALL! 

K-I-N, and I kill shit 

You could say that I slay turds 

VIP and I K-I-S, y'all L-A-F and those eight words 

I'm a D-O-B, I was D-O-A, but I came up out of that coma homie 

ODB, I take no T-O, I'm like Oscar Meyer with no bologna 

Killer and I'm dealin' 'em, I'm wavy 

Sender in the center of a stadium, ya numb 

And now I go gorilla for real like fuck I'm off the wall for real 

And I'm in a audible office as often as needed 

Y'all slower than molasses, run string cats is weeded 

Ya get hit with a bliss, boy 

Just for thinkin' that they couldn't catch this 

And when I run a muck, I'm puttin' numbers up 

Go and take you a look at my stats bitch 

My contract's got no cap, and the money is under the mattress 

I stay high like A.I, what the fuck are we talkin' bout, practice? 

PLAY BALL! 

SLAY ALL!