Crybaby Lyrics - Killer - Tech N9ne

I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO 

my momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow 

when it came to rap and R&B and plenty more 

check it, if it wasn't on gospel or apostle 

or written in the Bible, then it go 

So when they tell the baby don't do something then I end up doing it anyway 

like, don't listen to rap, it's the evil music of today 

but, I really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the East Coast 

So we got it and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke 

Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red 

and jump on the tour bus through 58 shows, then I'm back with a big black sack of bread 

Can't believe that that was said, cause Im here with a stack of fed 

and I got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and I did not have to beg 

So, here I stand, the mic in hand with my rap attire 

and I like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire 

our merchandise, like 5 G's every half an hour 

and you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier 

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like 

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby) 

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like 

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?) 

(x2) 

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If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it 

eliminating player haters with their evil spirits 

I hear em talkin, they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy 

They hating big in the magazine, and dont even know the boys 

I know the ploy, washed up rappers wanna attack people 

Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal 

Man thats a problem with the black people now 

What ya need to know is that, in the world theres a lot of dough to stack 

And the ones that wanna hold us back aint been outside they cul-de-sac 

Every nigga I know is strapped, rip shows that'll blow ya back 

But notice that, I can put it right down to where the shoulders at 

Hating on the south? Why? Trippin off them chips they got 

You don't like that it's screwed and chopped 

but you wanna get off in they pot 

Wanna be MC you talk a lot, up in the spot and you hot 

Cause they 84's be poking out 

What the hell is you cryin bout? 

Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala 

bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla 

by doin it like I do it do the work and believe in it 

when you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it 

When I was broke, homie I went for mills 

Got on the mic with the intent to kill 

Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real 

I drink caribou lou, and you drink enfamil CHUMP 

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When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like 

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby) 

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like 

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?) 

(x2) 

You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto 

or trailer park, it don't matter even if he black or if he guero 

but, you don't know how to be male 

instead of a Timberland, you probably in a stilletto 

better yet in a baby shoe, jealous of maybe you 

sick of me cause I'm making dinero 

and you dont wanna get clapped at 

you want a standing ovation? I thought not! 

you say you better than rappers on radio, man that's false chop 

try to run up on me, cause a benzo will never be in your car slot 

try to step up on the scene, my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot 

if you was on TV and balling you wouldn't grown and trip 

he'd keep hatred, envy, and bloodshed on his lip 

Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip 

(?) with a chrome thing on his hip 

but just know your hip will not stop the hop 

cause when you look at the big picture, my block pops alot daily 

so keep on thinking my clock stops the shots 

and I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh, baby 

When I read the magazine, them rapper's sounding like 

WAH WAH WAH (Crybaby) 

When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like 

WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?) 

(x2)