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tech n9ne - phonk (leave it on the flo, pt. 2) lyrics

[intro: tech n9ne]
bet that we gon’ leave it on the flo
leave it, leave it on the flo
motherf-ckers better know
this thang is ’bout to blow
i’m a real deal, you’s a hoe
that’s fo’ sho’, i’ma leave it on the flo (leave it)

[bridge: tech n9ne]
who’s this opp tryna lose his thoughts?
not alzheimer’s but y’all mind us when the tool gets popped
and all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot
you just watch what i heard when the music stopped

[verse 1: merkules]
got this fully automatic causing static
everybody just get on the floor
anything goes, no foolery
give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough
this ain’t a hoe, i’m ready for war
i’ma settle the score and then spliff through the door
all of these women are tripping
i think they been sniffing up c0ke, bring me the blow
i’ma need all y’all phones out now
you can set ’em all down right in front of you
for my accomplice, if y’all pop sh-t
then you getting hit up with a slug or two
bullets’ll body you, that’s what this gun’ll do
if any one of you think you can f-cking move
this sh-t ain’t funny, just give up the money
and if you get lucky my buddy’ll cut you loose
ask that freak sl-t with the d-cups so she’s hiding up under her t-tties
it looks like a key to a safe, i ain’t leaving this place till we find it, the sh-t’s getting litty
i feel no pity, sin city, my trigger finger be getting so itchy
she better give up the code or get hit up fo’ sho’ and no i don’t think that you’re pretty
oh that’s yo girl on the floor girl
keep talking sh-t, there’ll be no girl
what can i say? i don’t come here to play
f-ck you to your face, it’s a cold world
tell this dj not to be brave
or i’m taking his tables for keeps sake
y’all keep playing but i eat cake like everyday’s my b-day
this the part i let you know that there’s a twist in this plot
to stick up this hop but the truth is i ain’t p-ssed off at yo’
i figured i’d just take your sh-t when i’m here, so thanks guys
but where this millionaire rapper dude at named tech n9ne

[hook]
we ’bout to leave it on the flo (leave it)
then hit ’em with the .44 (leave it)
tryna stick me for my dough
i ain’t about to let it go
i’ma leave ’em on the flo (leave it)

[verse 2: scru face jean]
hallelujah, tech called the shooter, i got the ruger
so drop the luger, my dragon’s flames is hot as koopas
this how i’ma do ya, moving you f-ck like the kamasutra
stand aside you losers, if it’s smoke, i provide the hookah
i know grimy boosters who push away like some kind of movers
call they might remove ya so move unless you kinda stupid
then touch my g, you die, and don’t try it, don’t test this kind of movement
get to street fighting, the heat fire like nine hadouken’s
like ryu and ken, okay motherf-cker time to meet your end
bet that he froze when the heat blow, n-gga eat those
reload then i heat yo’ friends
f-ck your ego man
get the heater, i’m about to search this b-tch for tecca n9na
call the cops, sh-t is getting h-lla lethal
with the chalk edges sketching h-lla people
the red dot’s looking like a set of measles
deadshot like a zombie getting needles
h-ll nah, i ain’t ’bout to ever leave you
less talk, tech i’m ’bout to get this weasel
sounds h-lla evil but those types of people
when there something wrong with they brain
i’m just tryna make sure my n-gga leave in the same way that he came dude

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
let’s get the f-ck on
my n-gga proceeded to bust chrome
when the dust gone
never tripping ’cause nothing was crushed on
now the cut flown till he touch home
but these fools wanna squeeze tools
but we speed through what they feed too
the b dude with the cheese move
so they greet gruel tryna seek food
chose n9na for the dinner date
tryna get away from the heat
we switching lanes on the interstate
clout-chasing -ss motherf-ckers wanna take my name and break my fame
wanna be funny because i make my chains and then state my claim
when i hate, try game, i’ma be k!lling ’em when i take my aim
p-ss me that so i can end the
energy trying to hinder
when the punks approach a n-gga fend off
fin ta buss on demons out the window, injure
any demon, i’ma beast ’em
this what i do and decease ’em
they better flee from k!llers, no weak ones
att-tude ’cause i never got a threesome
by the power of my dead n-ggas
take lead n-gga, die!
never stop me when the bullets fly!
no matter how hard you try!
f-cking weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings
they flipped over the guard rail and wrapped around the concrete t-beam

[outro]
sanctuary
looked at my homeboy driving and said, “thank you very
much for coming through in the clutch
they better be glad we didn’t face off and then catch two in the gut”, what?
man that was a close call
sweating so much, i got soaked drawers
i was finna do both of them b-tches
but they both stalled
saying they wanted a thrizzy with tech nizzie
was a hoax dog
f-ck it, i got about 60 rolls still
and this pound of f-cking dough’s ill
happy halloween my n-gga!
we supreme my n-gga!
we running things my ni – oh sh-t!

- tech n9ne lyrics

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