Tech N9ne - Crybaby lyrics

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Yo Tech what's you feelings on the state hip hop and is hip hop still alive or is it dead

I mean I love the state of hip hop right now

You know what I'm sayin I love it

And I think hip hop is very alive you know what I'm sizzlin

Whenever you got brother and sisters you know what I'm sayin

Comin up out of poverty you know what I'm sizzlin

And doin sumtin positive like music you know what I'm sizzlin

And makin money I mean you know what I'm sayin

I mean wheres the motherfuckin death in that

I was born in 71 in kansas city MO

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

When it came to rappin R&B and plenty mo

Check it if it wasn't no gospel parcel writtin bible then it go

So when you tell the baby to don't do sumtin they end up doin it anyway

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

But I really fell in love with the sound that was comin out from the eatscoast

So we got it twist it up a bit and the industry's havin a heatstroke

Some say that rap is dead

But when I get the white black and red

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

Can't belive that that was said

Cause I'm here with a sack of fed = (confetti, slang turm for alot of money)

And I got it from rap hip hop or watever and I did not have to beg

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

And I like the fans

Spendin grands

Cause we got the fire

Our merchandise like 5 g's every half an hour

And you cry like a baby so your might must bring your pacifer

When I read them magazines

Them rappers soundin like

WAH WAH WAH Crybaby

When I see them on the TV

Them rappers soundin like

WAH WAH WAH What you cryin bout

2x

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

Eleminaten player haters with they evil spirit

I hear em talkin they mad and smurf n soulja boy

They hatin big in the magazine and don't even know the boy

I know the boy

washed up rappers wanna attack people

Run up to the car and pull out the mac lethal

Man that's the problem with the black people

Now what you 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 Culdesac

Every nigga I know is strapped

Rip shows but i'll blow your back

But notice that

That I could put it right down so where the shoulders at

Hatin on the south why

Trippin of them chips they got

you don't like it the screwed and chopped

But you wanna get of in they pot

Wanna be MC you talk a lot

off in the spot and you hot

Cause they 84's be pokin out

What the hell is you cryin bout

Everybody wanna be killer

when im for realla

By the method I'm makin money u gotta get the milla

By doin it like I do it do the work belivin in it

When you do it to the fulest ain't no problem acheivin it

When I was broke homie I went for mill

Got on the mic with the intent to kill

Stronger then ever and you a kid for real

I drink caribou lou and you drink en infamil

CHUMP

When I read them magazines

Them rappers soundin like

WAH WAH WAH Crybaby

When I see them on the TV

Them rappers soundin like

WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for

You should be clappin when from makin it out ghetto

Or

Tryin to park it don't matter even if he black or if he whetto

But you don't know how to be manly instead of timberly you probablly in your stiletto

Better yet in a baby shoe

Jealous maybe of you

Sick of me cause I'm makin dineiro

You don't wannna get clapped at you wanna standing ovation I thought not

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

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

Tryin to step up on the scene

My infared beams

Right at your soft spot

If you was on TV and ballin you wouldn't grown and trip

He keep hatred envy and blood shed on his lip

Tech got long cream

with chrome things on his whip

He with a stone nein

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

A lot daily

So keep on thinkin my qwak

Stops

The shots

And I can quickly burry you in ash kash ba gosh baby

When I read them magazines

Them rappers soundin like

WAH WAH WAH Crybaby

When I see them on the TV

Them rappers soundin like

WAH WAH WAH What you cryin for

I ain't one of them MCs that hate I congratulate

The haters need to go get theirs cause I'm gettin mine

You know what I'm sayin

Thanks to Lovetto - i understand its hard for alot of people to understand alot of what tech n9ne says. but me bring from missouri, i understand em clear for these lyrics