Come Gangsta Lyrics - Everready: The Religion - Tech N9ne

The spiked red hair and the, and the paint in his face 

Whoa, hold on, man, Tech is losin' it, man 

He's not as grounded as he used to be 

Tech was a devil worshiper 

Now have you seen a black dude red hair, long beard 

I mean look, he look scary to me too 

Man, that ain't Tech man, he sellin' out, man 

That's, that's, he's doin' that shit for the white folks 

That's white shit he doin', man 

I've been writing for nineteen years for sure 

Hate rules in these times, niggaz don't wanna see me shine 

Stop me and then try to tell me, come gangsta 

And then compare me to Nelly, where ya bang bra? 

So this song's gonna tell me 

So called gangsta niggaz who the fuck has always been the bigger G 

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Hey, I've been bustin' and fizz-knuckin' bitches 

It is nothin' for years puffin', I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' 

Here's fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I 

Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin' me this shit is hella fake 

Say, since way back in the days rappin' the blaze happen 

I raised raves craves the days was blade packin' and stage saggin' 

They's wackin' Nina stay laid back and I 

Rap at niggaz constantly they never know the money Nina makes 

Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin' 

You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin' 

We can never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh? 

Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh? 

Who's keepin' this shakin', huh? 

Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz, know the rest 

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Gay, is all you punks and Mitch Bades 

Diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio 

Two gangsta for an old lady, bro 

Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no, wanksta niggaz won't face me though 

Talkin' shit and bunch my people tellin' me I really need a vest, okay 

I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz 

Wherever I stand my bills the same punk 

And you got the nerve to tell me 

Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air 

And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta 

Saggin' pants to the floor 

Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're a gangsta 

Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug 

And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta 

Is what they sayin' to me 

I shoulda been done come with a gun 

For the ones who bump they gums who the one 

Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record 

Said I was wack and washed up, done 

Said a nigga might scare little ones 

He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes 

With red hair and my face painted 

They say gangsta Messy Marvin, Colione is so gangsta 

But I really ain't gangsta I need to come up wit a gangsta 

Scritch the scratch on my nigga Fat Tone is so gangsta 

You need a bit of that gangsta, you need to hang wit a gangsta 

Mr. Stinky Vigilante so gangsta, Brotha Lynch is gangsta 

The Bigga Figga is gangsta, 57 RDVs are so gangsta 

That nigga 50 is gangsta, they say 

When you in them streets, creep, creep 

'Cause some gangstas want a head blast 'cause I run with the red rags 

And tryin' to make the Feds flash, try to swipe my bread stash 

That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and try to go and get the money grip 

Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu vampire bit my shit 

'Cause you niggaz feel me, surprised I got you right here with my shit? 

So you gotta be thankful to who? 

By the way homie what's gangsta to you? 

Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick 

I got that 

How can C-Bo be wrong? 

How can Yukmouth be wrong? 

How can Lynch be wrong? 

How can 2Pac be wrong, bitch? 

Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air 

And know that nobody there will compare to your gangsta 

Saggin' pants to the floor 

Every woman's a bitch or a whore when you're gangsta 

Pack ya guns in the club if they shrug 

And them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta 

Is what they sayin' to me 

I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time 

I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon' shine 

But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind 

But I'm back on deck 'cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine 

This ain't no punk shit, nigga this is strength at it's finest 

I made this shit so all you simps can rewind it 

Meaning, you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real 

And try to disregard the real, you mothafuckers is hard to feel 

I get your death threats 'cause I'm the King, bitch 

Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit 

But I stay ahead of the game and you punks is so lame 

'Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will demolish your whole team 

I've been with every rapper who's legendary 

Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard 

'Cause I bring the hater, love me 'cause I'm your leader 

Bitches, they suck my peter, while I drinkin' margaritas 

Niggaz get laid down, seven displayed sounds 

N9ne the Crazed Clown, lines like sprayed rounds 

This is for all you haters who don't bump my shit 

If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my dick 

I might look like a Clown, huh 

But you niggaz sound like a mothafuckin' circus 

Fuck you motherfuckers 

This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man 

I mean, Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz 

From the stage show, to rockin' the mic, you name it 

That's why I roll wit him, he my favorite rapper, real talk, Tech N9ne.