TECHNIEC

TECHNIEC - LB 2000 lyrics

(feat. Soultre')

[Techniec]

Yo, I'm a M.C. nigga for real

That's my label

Lay it on the table

And get jumped like cables

I swear I'm gonna remain the shit

Let everything I'm on remain a hit, and bang the clip

Don't wanna get hit, get out my lane and shit

Fuck you and who-ever you hanging wit

Let's see how insane it get

It's not like me to like me

Niggas jeopardise their safety to hate me

Ride on safety

Peep the whole thang like safeties

My nigga, cause shit been way off the hook lately

Every little high class bitch wanna date me

Hoes feel I'm real lucky

(Can I drive your car?, you can trust me)

I've got a dollar seventy five bitch, that's the bus key

You must be thinking that I must be

Some type of hook

I read bitches like books

Keep my riches tight, look

Slow down baby, don't rush

These diamonds is for sure, hoe don't touch

And these cowards is more than sick for

Talking shit I spit and kill niggas like orsenit

My squad, kill niggas for flossing shit

Choose not to tug your chain

They buck your brain

If you ain't a hard rider

You punk and lame

Try to play the top dollar

Get turned to change

[Chorus: Techniec w/ Soultre' singing in the background]

I'm one hard-ass nigga

I pull the glock out

I be the one everbody talking about

So watch your mouth for '99

Everything mine, everything fine

Yeah

I'm one hard-ass nigga

I pull the glock out

I be the one everybody talking about

So watch your mouth

I Hoo-Bang, like butane, from here to Ukraine

[Techniec]

I ain't know over four niggas

Making over four figures

Never met a gold digger

All I did was poke bitches

Shit, that was the class I was in

Now I might fuck around and blast your kin, for no reason

Give a hard look, smash 'em in

You see this little .44 find the spot and splash your men

Tried to hit Vegas wit them liquid chips, and cash 'em in

Nigga got big bready, flossed a little

Now they think I'm big headed

They way they talked about it, like a bitch said it

Just wanted to show the homies that I, came up

But they, hated, twisted and tried to fuck my name up

Don't wanna see a nigga have shit

I'm like fuck it, bring the 9 at ya

Fine apples, and plastics

Explosives, double holsters for those toters

The way I spit shit, they are wide when I roll close

[Chorus]

I'm like what?, when he pointed to the T on my hat

My Hoo-Bangin' medallion, Long Beach shirt after that

As I went down, I rose up, showed him the gat

Then asked him, "Now do you got a problem wit dat?"

Sat down, put the mack down

Steady looked at this coward

Dead in his face, ready to crack down

Guess no-one can help him, I backed down

Get crowned and downed, young nigga I pack pounds

I ain't trippin' no mo', I'm getting my dough

Same nigga at the show, plotting on getting my hoe

Like I give a hoot about the bitch

Especially if I couldn't give a hoot about the bitch

You a trick-ass nigga, and I doubt you rich

Gang bang boy like you, gang claiming you're all goin insane

It's a new age, new time nigga

And I really predict this shits all mine nigga

[Chorus]

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