Tech N9ne - b**h Sickness lyrics

TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake your b**h sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2 1st verse: This is the beginning I only been it for winning Through every inning Till the ending chase g's these pretty women Are just here to make my ride a full course with all the trimmings Women in my water tank and drinkin henn and lemon Its realistic you got ur twisted lifted off the feat i keep 6 clips with my heat like im enlisted, n***a this is far from the army navy or marines, we forming the gravy newly recruit criminal team, To make the green, f** u fakers my eyes dreamy, for that 2000 years we doors like lamborghinnis or carrera porche, still enforced ones with flava, b**h save the royal playas dont hate an innervator... TECH N9NE 2nd verse: U gotta disease n***a, so please ease away from me's n***a, my feas ease be's about that cheese n***a, your PH balanced for a man but made for the woman lets understand this, n***as backwards ish hop when do the sh** stop n***a like a land lets live and learn, about to playa hate when a n***a get his Gs, flippin hella keys, f**in b**hes money got the riches when the other mitches working miccy d's, i done seen n***as straight hate me, mean mug me, wanna slug me, currency thickness due to the b**h sickness, this tecca nina, n***as hate me thinking that they're gra** is greena, they the tortoise and im the huffin hyeena, never dealin witta b**h, n***a this one goes to the b**h ones hoes this one flows like a quick gun blows when the b**h sh** unfolds TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake your b**h sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2 3RD VERSE: When the bullets fly squat knee high, like magnum P.I. lace my chucks up vest up this life is messed up they the fake on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to take the H u been losing the race couldnt keep the pace bu*ta hates just seeling ur fate, talkin wut u at wut u gone do, like u the man, bumpin two bazooka tools in a dented trans am you living dreams, like a crack fiend who say he clean, when we riding beams you steam we drunk off lean, life for riches, gold diggas havin finesse, put a slug to ur chest with that b**h sickness 4th verse: I hit it high i got it so go get this with the quickness, im anti biotics for that b**h sickness a few (?) i spot it the scope made them open they mouth to see if mah (?) dick fit b**h nip this sh** in the bu*t split or split twist above flick the bic light let my lips hit the but aint no trying.... the bud brains on d**, investigate a over resperator rain unplugged, since im ballin rhyme they all in mine for this one love, u aint knowing this R&G prodegy is building flowin dope selling to the paper touch the ceiling... TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake your b**h sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... x2 TECH N9NE 5TH VERSE: A menace in this business for this village stack of papers, ghetto chemist get us biggest spittas for this pack of haters, we roll with fat?teenay pom? for those who hate we stay bomb we come back poppin like bigwom fayzon, playa hate on, this midwest side n***a we road dogs on the ride k**a with the nutthouze so aint no need for us to hide scrilla, this 9 milla wrecks like the princess leavin hata rappers defensless, like forest they keep running, tech n9ne, gunning, watch your back for the b**hes with the sickness, come and get this pistol grip, hit a n***a with the milli gets, on the level with a n***a with the silliest, mind state, unrealistic, your b**h sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... 6TH VERSE: These n***as copy cat practicing, yo sh** is has been, u get choked blade horse roped, open ur throat with a razor blade no prints, die in slow sh** change the livin looking hopeless, u turn to codice, just cuz i got the nuts to roll natural, u wanna be phat where the boss at my gucci linkin learn to floss that, its best that, u get ur own dude, and where ur own shoe, do wut boss do, i catch u, its gonna cost u, this small world, get ur own sh**, im trying to fit raymond tech n9nes spit for money grip, we makin hits, trip this im from the city where guns aint sh**, hundreds think back ur hated fast but now i done it done it... TECH N9NE: (chorus) i will mistake your b**h sickness gets dismissed with the quickness this nipsit get the lipstick kiss this dick... Repeat