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ain’t nobody fuckin wit it (feat. tech n9ne) lyrics – sole

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intro – tech]
ha ha ha ha, we bout to do this
tech niner, sole’
bout to make that -ss hot baby
like this, yo

[female singing]
i heard the party didn’t stop
’til tech niner got i’ll one man crew, runnin’ through you
n-gg-s let their cash drop, ladies made that -ss hot
make ’em say “ooh”, that’s what we do

[tech]
this one’s for the n-gg-s’ in the club
f-cked up, full of liquor
fittin’ to let the tech n9ne feelin’ hit ya
everybody respect mine when i step up
insane (ish)
killa, killa, doin’ damage to a n-gg- brain (ish)
haters can’t maintain

[sole’]
killin’ everybody with the murderous flow
i’mma let a n-gg- know ’bout fly sole’
bad to the bone with the f-cked up jump
so we all get drunk and crunk all day
we hard, let’s keep all this marvelous sh-t
we killin’ everything
and tricky started all of this sh-t

[tech]
ay yo, get paid, never get sprayed
takin sole’, be the brainiacs

[sole’ and tech]
warner brothers and dreamworks
so i guess we’re animaniacs
all the n-gg-s in the back get with the ladies in the front
from side to side, we gon’ survive and get what the f-ck we want
that’s right

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ain’t n-body f-ckin’ wit it, y’all n-gg-s forget it
ain’t n-body f-ckin’ wit it, cuz we kill ’em
and these hoes and n-gg-s know we keep it rough
and make it rougher
cuz all we wanna see is you dancin’ in the mothaf-cka

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[tech]
i’m dancin’ with this b-tch with an -ss so fat
had to dash to the back, hit that -ss from the back
with that -ss in my rap, put that -ss on the map
i come from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3’s
all of my killas can’t see, fill the n-gg-s on the drive-by ki’s
ask me to bomb and i will
ask me to be calm and i kill
i got that bomb style and your sh-t ain’t real
your sh-t is simply – unrealistic
your b-tch seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
this lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this d-ck
in a minute, i’mma bust this flow
i’mma let these suckas know
nine millimeter is about to blow
and i’m out to get your ho
puncuate the first to shake that -ss and get that cash stack
all the playa haters better stand back when i flashback
ish hot, knowin’ ??? in your club and i’m kinda scold dragon
yo, i thought you heard tech niner got that ground control
all up in your b-tch’s roll with that -ss exposed, yo

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[sole’]
na na na na na
you can not f-ck with tech n9ne and sole’
comin’ with the rough sh-t
off in the club, me and my girls lookin’ lovely
lots of killa thugs be wishin’ they could f-ck me
if you’s a hustle man, throw your hands up
throw my hands up, i did it cuz this ho just ran up
the way you bustas try to step to me, it’s killin’ me
stank breath, mackin’ law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin’ me, no
yellin’ about ki’s and dope, broke
i hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
scope, wash your mouth out with soap
ladies dressed with power, awfully remote
time, n-gg- it’s wine, throwin’ rhymes, killa be mine
blowin’ nine, and i’mma shine, growin’
h-lla -ss i’m showin’
i see you in the back freakin’
everybody in the front tweekin’
while me and tech be peakin’
off in the club scene every weekend, we the sh-t
throwin’ rough ride full of grit, -ss that you wanna get
twit, beware my bite it truly venomous when i spit
beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
on the back seat of your jeep, over peak rollin’ deep cuz…

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[outro – tech]
ya know what i’m sayin’?
this n-gg- tricky got me drunk
off this mothaf-ckin’ hennessy and alize’ baby
we off in atl kickin’ it for sole’ baby, you know what i’m sayin’?
too much -ss in one room baby
shake what your mothaf-ckin’ mama gave ya
tech niner in this b-tch
for the year 2-thou baby
it’s all delicious, tech n9ne
b-tch

“bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

/ sole lyrics