[Intro]
Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne)
Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby)
But this time, I`ma talk about my motha` f**kin friend baby
(yeah) yo it`s been long overdue baby (that`s right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it to you, (give it to you)
Get Paid

(Verse 1)
Let me tell you a little story about this ni**a I know
From the M and the O
A chemical ni**a who says I got criminal flows
I`ma set the record straight for a second
Everybody knows this ni**a is hot-headed
And due for a mic checkin.
You drew first blood in `94
Trickin with my baby momma
You know the one you called a ho
I`ma let you know
That if you take it back to the past
When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie
You can ask my bro, He will let you know
Back then I shared my pussy.
You was using music as a form of pursuing
Pussy sneakin in her bed and beggin for a screwin
Who the f**k is you foolin?
I can still make her make you put yo muthaf**kin mic down
Straight interrupt yo show
And serve yo ass in her nightgown
Right now
F**k the rappin, we can fight now
Tight style, Sell for miles
Change the name Vell to Vall
Call him Dame or Gal
Cause the way he came was foul
Ni**a that`s bitch s**t
Tech N9ne you dissed it
But they missed it
Told me that you sold 200,000 with pride
But you lied, I don`t mean to hurt yo feelings inside
But you sold 5,000 Nationwide
You a clown man
You ni**az think I bluffin, go check the SoundScan
All I wanna know is.

[Chorus]
Why this ni**a steady savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this ni**a basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
F**kin with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherf**ker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.

(Verse 2)
Yo
This ni**a struggling to be the better man
Why f**k around with a tech milla meter
When you know the ni**a is a clever brand
Naw, I ain`t never ever seen the ni**az video
Cause It never ran
And you got the audacity to say Tech N9ne ain`t a veteran?
Ni**a, I wrote my first rhyme in `85 right
`86, `87, `88, name me Tech N9ne right
`89, `90, I was rippin shows, don`t you even try cat
`90 through `99 equals 15 years and I done rapped with some of the best
Motherf**ker can you buy that?
We recognize you wanna be the best rapper in Kansas City
That`s small time
That`s why yo s**t will never be in the hands of many
My s**t is clean and packs a punch pal
And yeah you right, yo s**t`s a sloppy rum and drunk style
This ni**a is failin in the biz
Bets step behind this
Don`t know where his mind is
That`s why the Nina`s bout to tell it like it is
Tech Tech N9ne is
Kansas City`s Finest
All I wanna know is.

[Chorus]
Why this ni**a steady savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this ni**a basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
F**kin with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa
Motherf**ker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota.
Yo, the fact is we both ain`t made no real money
And I`m blastin a ni**a which makes the situation real funny
I`m beginning to see real deal, scrill and real honeys
And you don`t wanna get with a ni**a that`s sick makes you a real dummy
He said I worship satan and he worship god that`s why we can`t work
Ni**a that`s a cop out, bout to make yo eyes pop out when I whip my c**k out
And say I seen you comin out of Roc house
This is the third round knockout
When you die and all ya piss, c**, and feces drop out
Tellin motherf**kers we bit (Let`s Get F**ked Up)
From yo just locally hit (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce, Bounce)
Knowin the s**t that we spit (Make bitches wanna f**k)
And make ni**az get on they grit (And yo s**t don`t)
We officially bumped heads at the Lou Ou
Ni**az are through now
Who growled at the Holy Temple Bandits Crew style
Ni**az are too foul
Sole and Tech, and you can bet you`ll never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I`ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that ni**as payin for him and his kids meals
I feel bad for the ni**a, so I`ma let it out
A gift from me to you, Ex-Cousin, Retalliate and go get breaded out...

[Chorus]
Why this ni**a steady savin his flows for me?
(He wanna get paid)
And why this ni**a basin his whole life on challenging me?
(He wanna get paid)
F**kin with 56 Villain get you shota
Midwest Side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherf**ker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
F**kin with 56 Villain get you shot up
Midwest side will chase him down with a choppa
Motherf**ker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa
Something wrong with his medullah oblongota
(Outro)
NI**A
A gift from me to you, this what you wanted, retalliate and go get yo bread
(blows kiss)