Testi:
Tech Nine Breathe

Hoes toss me they number like an alley-oop But I slam it in the trash, if she ain't got, ass and loot Shoot, it's all mine in the nine sizzle Pistol

I had such bad luck (Why me?) Why the judge wanna lock me up Throw away the key and watch me rust [Cuban Link] Yo crack lets get a nine My mind's trapped

so sweet So brief, aim's gone, in the building O.G.'s ain't honor the brilliant, except for the minds That push the breathe, for the best to colide Better

hood is where the shit don't slip My chrome hits with stomachs from New York to Quebec Set trip mine, detect tech-nine Zippin up body bags, clippin up

wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck Then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make em faggot flambe Your nine

It's wreck time, wreck time Tell em it's wreck time Hard South Park rhymes, shelves ya neck line It's wreck time, wreck time Better respect mine Kill a south side rhymes Bust like a tech nine

Handle my business and listen to my theezo And in this thuggin' category I keep it sharp as a needle Breathe on busters and bust the tech and make it

to the tech Your next move could mean life or death Make move, take baby steps Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath We hold courts, in the streets

P] You wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rap I wanna pattern how the drunk end mechanism I.D. jury breath commence fresh Test the match, metal on the chestplate tech