[Tech talkin] Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh We did a lot of shit together man On this music tip man Beautiful shit we did dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, wit Quincy man Made all that shit pop Yukmouth and everybody Dubb see and everybody Had a lot of good times dog Know what I'm sizzlin But that shits about to come to an end dog Ya know Never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all niggas know me The sands of time have already started to pour against you dog So listen hard Cuzz I'm speak real softly Like this [Tech N9ne] Just think What if I could just, just blink ya shit away Niggas think Because a nigga bust, I grips and grips to pay The pain grows in fame and kangos we're changin strange hoes Who bang in Range Roves for thangs same shows, wit lames The rains goes will stain and insane foes who drain And hang rows wit brains If you brought it, that means you got it And if you brought, that means you should have shot it Cuzz I'm about to drop the ray and Nina Locked to kill a liter Proped to meaner nigga I pop the millameter Demarco I'm bout to spark flow ya bark so hearts wit parts Gonna make ya heart blow (heart blow), blood And don't be was-in, cuzz-in me buggin me Bout dubbs I be musclin these clubs really lovin me It hurts my nigga the hurt my nigga But hurt my nigga is what's inspiring these spurts my nigga At first my nigga Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Yellin you gonna slap the taste out my mouth Nigga I never scare Savoir faires everywhere If you need me believe me its easy To put hoes in shock to tizzie Watch the wizzie These glocks'll talk fa shizzie [Hook: repeat 2X] Some say I should worry and watch where I walk Yada yada yada nigga, that's just talk I'm a friend, if I was a foe, I would be Kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-kno-knockin at yo front door [Tech N9ne] Industry's faulty, idustry's salty (man) The industry cost me, industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me, industry caught me (strain) And you niggas know that the industry's awfully (vain) I ain't a snake nigga all I did is make niggas money Wit sonny now its funny, you playa hate niggas Over some cake the fake of a show me state nigga In my face will be Don Juan The Great to late nigga I don't speak a lot I peep a lot I creep a lot And people who speakin usually weak and out for peace and no beef a lot Remember we used to kick it like bros Now you niggas act like bitches and hoes Wit ya licorice souls Tecca N9ne I got the wickedest flows No kid in this MO, no mysery will ever get wit this Rouge I'm pissed in this hole Little for side a crypt in his soul Instead of a rap I should have twisted his nose Who kept Short Nitty from killin you (Me) Who kept Diamond from drillin you (Me) Whp kept villain niggas from bill dealin you (Me) So now you can take away me and keep on talkin crazy And I'ma let 'em know where you keep your baby And where you stay D [Hook] [Tech N9ne] You can't turn enough muthfackas against me You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me I'm wit the Canties, the Ashbees, the White Bears La Zhunes, the Harris's, and the muthafuckin Timleys The theories, the buyers, the Kennedy's You know the families that are known to be bad for humanity Can he be bad, can he be tough, can he be rough No cream puff are considered to be rough enough Nobody likes you not even ya bitches I'm a witness They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin explicit Always talkin about how big yo dick is Betta hope Anghellic go mutli-platinum to get yo riches, blood This is the end of men who were once friends and then One asshole thought he was somethin When punks bend over they get FUCKED (get fucked) So hand over them Tech tapes or get STUCK (get stucked) You must think I'm soft for talkin to Icey Rock bout the Nina out I'm trippin without a doubt I'm a tell you really is yo friend Mail Bakari and maybe you and him can get together And tell like it is again It's over man, I hope you brought your novacain I know the pain, is slowly takin over brain So calm that mufuckin wombat I don't need no Don Juan tracks To come bomb on rap [Hook] [Tech talkin] That's what I'm speakin on dog that's real shit Nigga once said to me Nigga walk around like his shit don't stink Gonna cut ya nose off and stick up ya ass so you can smell that shit man Ya know what I'm sizzlin Dog...you drew first blood man That was dog shit You know what I'm sizzlin That ain't no friend Talkin bout knockin me out nigga Ya know what are we Yo [Tech N9ne] Dr. Dre here I come Timbaland here I come Neptunes here I come Rik Rok here I come Alchemist here I come Sick Jack here I come Boscoe here I come Swizz Beats here I come Trackmasters here I come Don Juan be done