flex We keep it A.O.B. all on baby Y'all pay for puss man y'all so crazy Ya trick harder than the N.B.A. And got mad when ya B's got sent my way 'Cuz
flex we keep it A O B....all on baby yall pay for puss man yall so crazy ya trick harder than the N B A and got mad when ya B's got sent my way 'cause
on) I'd rather touch you (My tech, my mack) 'Stead I'd rather bust at you (Lick my uzi straight like that) I'd rather touch you (My tech, my mack) '
on his back, is never off the rack Todd Smith custom, all the ladies lust him They with him, he crush them, we talkin 'bout a mack A purebred dog, not
[Intro: Tech N9ne, (Craig Smith)] Sickology 101, Futuristic B-Boy shit Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith) KCMO stand up, Young niggaz represent
speak Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten million ways to die Choosin' Mack
one That's the way the game go This shit done changed Niggas done switched roles Pimps ain't got more money than the old hoes Steady pimpin' in the cream dog
fuck up 'Cuz it al' be another war I'll kill every mutha fucker that y'all know That's yo' ma,pa, sister in law Yo' daddy yo dog and yo hoe Now I ain
clan of us Blink so mad he went and beat us Cannibus Zeek got shot then Zeek locked up E got killed, B popped up but B hopped up And still poke out
sip Daqueri's Like it's all good down at the hit factory Be on fifty-fourth, whole clique backing me All that click clackery, take your wrist wrappery I ain't no rapper, B
Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffy dills (put flowers on them niggaz) East coast west coast slang yo cap ya peel Down in Houston ask B I'ma mack
in Hampt-i-ons, do a lot of beats you can't be on Damn all these fans can't be wrong, damn B.I.G. you can't be gone Make those beats thugs want to rock
me alive) Young, H O V From the number one, R O C I got another one Just lost another one, we'll always love you dog Just like my mother son, my second brother dog
' You will lay, nigga I'm not playin' Listen, whether I make cash or take cash I'm in the hood eatin' with my dog like when we break-fast B's on the
popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles I'm not playin, you dudes
done handled that, let's get some herb out the mac, And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack Third verse [b.g.]: Niggas in trouble 'cause the b
I kept comin up Just shy of a ticket Now I'm doin the most As a matter of fact I'm doin it all Cus connect gang bangin mean uhh Macks gonna ball Representitive
'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me