Tech N9Ne - Crybaby Lyrics

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I was born in 71' in kansas city mo

My momma was a heavenly one so the fam was pretty slow

When it came to rap and r&b and plenty more

Check it if it wasn't on gospel apostle

Or written in the bible then it go

So when they tell the baby don't do something then i end up doing it anyway

Like don't listen to rap it's the evil music of today

But i really fell in love with the sound that was coming out form the east coast

So we got it and twisted it up a bit now the industry's having a heatstroke

Some say that rap is dead but when i get the white black and red

And jump on the tour bus do 58 shows then i'm back with a big black sack of bread

Can't believe that that was said cause i'm here with a stack of fed

And i got it from rap/hip-hop or whatever and i did not have to beg

So here i stand the mic in hand with my rap attire

And i like my fans spending grands cause we got the fire

I merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour

And you cry like a baby so your mic must be your pacifier

When i read the magazine them rapper's sounding like

Wah wah wah (crybaby)

When i see them on the tv them rapper's sounding like

Wah wah wah (whatcha crying bout?)

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If it's negative i don't wanna hear it

Eliminating player haters with their evil spirits

I hear em talkin they mad at smurf and souljah boy

They hating big in the magazine and dont even know the boys

I know the ploy washed up rappers wanna attack people

Run up to the car pull out the mac lethal

Man that's a problem with the black people now

What ya need to know is that in the world there's a lot of dough to stack

And the ones that wanna hold us back ain't been outside they cul-de-sac

Every nigga i know is strapped rip shows that'll blow ya back

But notice that i can put it right down to where the shoulders at

Hating on the south? why? trippin off them chips they got

You don't like that it's screwed and chopped

But you wanna get off in they pot

Wanna be mc you talk a lot up in the spot and you hot

Cause they 84's be poking out

What the hell is you cryin bout?

Everybody wanna be killa but not for reala

Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla

By doin it like i do it do the work and believe in it

When you do it to the fullest aint no problem achieving it

When i was broke homie i went for mills

Got on the mic with the intent to kill

Stronger than ever and you a gimp for real

I drink caribou lou and you drink enfamil chump

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When i read the magazine them rapper's sounding like

Wah wah wah (crybaby)

When i see them on the tv them rapper's sounding like

Wah wah wah (whatcha crying bout?)

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You should be clapping when folk make it up outta the ghetto

Or trailer park it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro

But you don't know how to be male

Instead of a timberland you probably in a stilletto

Better yet in a baby shoe jealous or maybe you

Sick of me cause i'm making dinero

And you dont wanna get clapped at

You want a standing ovation? i thought not!

You say you better than rappers on radio man that's false chop

Try to run up on me cause a benzo will never be in your car slot

Try to step up on the scene my infra-red beam's right at your soft spot

If you was on tv and balling you wouldn't groan and trip

He'd keep hatred envy and bloodshed on his lip

Tech got long cream with chrome things on his whip

?? with a chrome thing on his hip

But just know your hip will not stop the hop

Cause when you look at the big picture my block pops alot daily

So keep on thinking my clock stops the shots

And i can quickly bury you in your osh kosh b'gosh baby

When i read the magazine them rapper's sounding like

Wah wah wah (crybaby)

When i see them on the tv them rapper's sounding like

Wah wah wah (whatcha crying bout?)

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