Tech N9ne - No Reason (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Tech N9ne - No Reason (en) Lyrics
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We are leaders
This Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason
Yeah, start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
I just think you fuckin'
with the wrong one
Times like this I don't
know how to have fun
I think I'ma fuck somebody
up (fuck 'em up)
You gon' need someone to hold you up
What the fuck
My city stand up
Stoppin' people that got
animosity and what
Copyin' me, and the property
poppy, ya jammed up
With akis the cam bust, don't
mock me, the brand's us
Strange Music, the game shoot
this right at the fakers
They came stupid with the
claim you can took for you
chain and name usage
Steppin' to me, link with the lame
and you losin' definitely
Ready for ruckus, really we
reppin' the B (ah, ah)
This the eviction notice, missingly
quick and go get
Hit us, consider me and my
nigga be sick and roguish
Stop you ain't ready to
brawl, you can't hang
Lock hit you dead in the
jaw, you claim Strange
It ain't K, the Kan City
to jam with me
You damn sissy eat up a oxy, to stand
stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama
to the Don if you continue
Now gonna do what I come to
do, guess what I'ma do
Start shit
(Let's get to it)
I just think you fuckin' with the
wrong one (the wrong one tho!)
Times like this I don't know how
to have fun (I don't know!)
I think I'ma fuck somebody
up, fuck 'em up (Gunna)
You gon' need someone to hold
you up (hold you up, huh)
It's only one option, you
gon' need a doctor
I ain't talkin' 'bout
the one from Compton
Arms, feet, legs all gone
like I'm Don Corleone
Hiring James Bond, that's what I'm on
Remain calm but aware that
I'm armed and dangerous
See Double X is known to gang with us
So hang tight, I'm trying
to get this right
You think 'cause I wrote a pop
hit that I won't pop shit?
The fuck's wrong with you Pop-Tarts?
I pop cherries and popstars,
you popsicles is not hard
Popped in on the top charts
out the cop car
To remind y'all you just
rap and not God
and I don't care who got bars
Because they don't acknowledge
mine, show me who got scars
Show me the greatest on the
stage and the arena
Bet they point they finger up
at the Gunner and Tecca N9na
I think I'ma fuck somebody up
She will not leave a bunch of passes
I just wanna see that ass shake
Caribou Lou in my glass yeah
I start a riot by accident
Somebody been showin' ass again
I just started throwin'
some cash again
Pushing the crowd, we harassin' them
If you start makin' me mad, I
We saw a reason
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