Mr. Steep Pockets

[Chorus: Tech N9ne] You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards [?] This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch! [Verse 1: Rich The Factor] I'm a, businessman who handle business stuff with big fishes Ten-figure digits, 21-inch, too wide for body business Stackin' in's, packin' Mack 10, and then what's it? Six shots, [?] through close range, got whole thangs, for 1-7 And if you ready to get some cheddar, you best to roll with me 'Cause I'm winnin' while they spend, I'm holdin' out [?] Tryna roll out 10 for your call, lieutenant If that don't work, that's when our haul is out Call the flame, I'm hella [?] like Tech N9ne's [?] a godfather If I was to cop 10's without, you're shut down Your four, a hundred rounds, bust the towns, you can barely hear It's Kansas City for the shit So why you suckers hatin'? We paper chase on [?], petite Lexus coupe Let's have Capris, or a Oldsmobile, Chevy too You petty fools, best to recognise the [?], mane That's where I stay, we all play Now I ain't [Chorus: Tech N9ne] You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards [?] This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch! [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Our pockets are deep, deep Six feet under six feet, that's where the Tecca Nina sleep, creep With these bitches in my city, keep my relish hella steep, peep The style-lee, niggas wanna fine me-me, with the nine milli You can find N-9-N-E, on the Fi-V-E, six, with a bitch All over my dick, so quick, that it's sick, trip We the greatest, to you fiendish, and I mean this I'm a motherfucker, who a motherfucker? Tech N9ne Bitches love my space age pocket figures Symptoms of a steep pocket nigga Now, that I'm on Juan, a brother's, Quincy Jones, and MidWestSide, I'ma ride In a drop-top Jag in a mini-mansion, with a Tec-9 on my side And we got them pockets, nigga Playa haters wanna stop it, nigga At a ATM, a nigga with a gun behind you, yellin' "drop it, nigga!" When they see you in magazines they dream of havin' that green So they claim, they hang out witcha Catch you slippin' and take yo' picture Keep your money and your women down, nigga That shit's on the low 'Cause it'll be a shame to lose 500 G's over a muh'fuckin' hater, and a ho Been livin' in Kansas City for 26 years, from Way-Money to 56 Used to be broke but now I got hookers all over my dick Bitches know when I get paid Constantly gettin' my dick laid In Cali I gets fucked off for "Questions", in KC, it's "Mitch Bade" These niggas call me down to wreck some shit Flex with the best so I meshed and mixed Donnie Qwest keep my Benjamins crisp And they know, that's why they sellin' Tecca Nina to flow Haters can't stop it, 'cause Kansas City niggas pack them steep pockets [Chorus: Tech N9ne] You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya (Hahaha) Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards [?] This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch! [Verse 3: Snug Brim] Situations, come clean with the cash gotta chase it like Bill Gates And pull ma, every year with the Yay' Keep a nigga hustlin' for the pay Started off with seven grams, flipped it twice, re-copped the stash, snow Trickin' off for the ears I'm proper, ten on that ass, it makes me chemist With another toy for the scheme, "get cream" our motto Work my way to a home 36, get rounds today, well that's tomorrow Tryin' not to see pain nor sorrow We get our [?], stay close to my house, follow the leader Bitch niggas, we stackin' chips, 30 ounce, six figures Call me a Midwest Desperado, ho, 'cause of my chip game I'm plastic, baggin' all you ho niggas that's hatin', representin' K-town Face now, pay later, bust a hater not bubblin' You strugglin'? Well I'm hustlin' Tryna make my money, keep doublin' For I bust it (Weed), when I get a chance Walk three biddies in a dance Pursuin' dollar bills with a plan Season, take the cross and they shame I should be hot like Satan Yes, awake, man, expand your Visa Put my cheese in the safe hands Fuck the K-clan it's paper season Nigga, to hell with braggin', either, gotta have it, flowin' like Niagara Cheese and big blunts, the door don't snatch and Jack flies and aggra' Snug Brim, spectacular, [?] one of the best Go for the scrill, ask Young Richard, Tech [Chorus: Tech N9ne] You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards [?] This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch! You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards [?] This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch! You tell 'em that we stack if anybody ask ya Beef with the N9na then you're gon' decease you bastards [?] This Mr. Steep Pockets, bitch!