Illa

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Me and my dogs always rawlin' at the party They show me love and never card me or charge me I'm on the floor with this bitch and she gettin' naughty Some nigga mug me while kick it with the shanty What the problem is? I got my dogs, too Bitch nigga, we all crew, come in, we dissolve you And we ain't trippin' cause you all blue We trippin' with you cause you hatin', homie, watch your team fall through Get up out my face, motherfucker, I don't like that shit * *, nigga, better bite that lip I don't know how a nigga write that script, I don't like that bitch How many motherfuckers must get (Beat down) How many gotta know how the (Heat sound) We can all be (*), we can all be down, * * * * Grim with my big dogs, nigga (In Colorado) You know they straight blaze triggers (And that's the motto) Don't ever disrespect, how you gonna diss Ms. Tech? (N9ne!) That you may can hear, never get in my face again