Artist: Tech N9ne f/ King Iso, Maez301 Album: N9NA Song: Green Lit Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Tech N9ne] Aww shit This somethin y'all lit You niggaz called it to yourself, saw the line and you crossed it [Tech N9ne] I ain't gotta send it to you trippin all the tickets Negative lippin, you automatically start the mission Clique is stricken cause you hissin, leave your shit in a bad condition So many 'Nicians I can't list 'em, when the funk comin up they sniffin (cheah) My niggaz was hibernatin (chuh!) It's all love, but believe we got the sniper waitin (chuh!) And they ain't rappin, no talkin and never cyber-hatin (chuh!) They specialize in that thing you can get from Mike or Jason I ain't gotta say a damn thang Once you say it next thing you know the clan came (cheah!) You run your mouth and make 'em come expand brains, damn shame And lame got to drop and pop your top like when they poppin champagne Ugghhh, and I got plenty means to get it done, but I ain't gotta drop any green The many kings that love me will give 'em semi-streams if he say anything (anything?) Anything! (Anything! Cheah) So close, they hold these spitters So many that I might not even know these hitters Havin love from me so if you try to slow these gritters When it pop, don't look at me, I can't control these niggaz (uh-uh) [Chorus: Maez301] T-T-G, yeah we trained to go Real niggaz in they biz, so don't get exposed Police come around, they go "We don't know" Get ya hit, get ya split, but we do the most Green lit a pussy bumper car And my niggaz always down to spin the block What that mean? Double back, hit his top (bop!) Young custodian might pull up with the mop! [King Iso] A lot of wolfin goin on from these new names lately Don't ever have a career, huh, on 2K maybe Your car will get +Dented+ like Harvey, if you're +Two-faced+ crazy My youngins'll mop you up for a +Blue-face+ baby Ugh, I don't wanna get you green lit like I need him Pressed that line like it's call waiting, but it's those texts you'll be receivin No one'll start shit but I play defense, look at my shark fins, you're in the deep end When I +Left I+ kept on callin Chilli like T-Boz, I be +Creepin'+ nigga Bitch please, don't get your whip swiss-cheesed Melted for the chips like trick, give me some dip please Don't get tricked off like Roy and Siegfried When the Sig squeeze, I'll make M's on 16s Strange Gang, I'll bang-bang like it's Chief Keef Sprinkle wax blunt, call us sequoias, big trees I ain't ridin 'round naked like a striptease I'll do a drive-by on a 10-speed for 10 G's (shoom) I be gassin on 'em with intense speed, what the lick read? They don't wanna see me ballin, they know I'm the king like Lebron, I switch teams How ironic that I got the iron in my pants and my pockets increase Shittin on them niggaz hella bad, take the L, I've been on a win streak I'm on your head, yeah, I'm so +Proactiv+ And I don't wanna +Push-a T+ back, so no more +Malice+ Trav said "Take the high road," so I won't go at it But if you hatin, do me a favor, do Momo Challenge Chump, they know we [Chorus] [Maez301] You worry 'bout bitches, I'm handlin business My niggaz be with it, we comin to get it You know how we be pullin up, oughta be cool with us but they not cool enough, but they not bool enough Ain't tryna disrespect nobody, but my goons'll catch a body Shoot 'em just like paparazzi, now you stumblin and flockin 50 bands for a show what I want, like I'm Waka Flocka Pull up and go bakka-bakka, O.G.'s they gon' pop ya, pop ya Niggaz talkin, we gon' let 'em have it, yeah Listen peon, shit could get tragic, yuh [Chorus] [Outro: Tech N9ne] Strange Music 20-year anniversary!