[Intro] Huh, my n***a Don Juan, damn.. Been knowin' you for a long time, n***a (heh) We did a lot of sh** together, man On this music tip, man Beautiful sh** we did, dog Remember when we went out to L.A. man, with Quincy man Made all that sh** pop, Yukmouth and everybody, Dubb C and everybody Had a lot of good times, dog, know what I'm sizzlin'? But that sh**s about to come to an end, dog You know? Never have I ever crossed anybody, y'all n***as know me The sands of time have already started to pour against you, dog So listen hard, cause I speak real softly, like this: [Verse 1 - Tech N9ne] Just think: What if I could just, just blink your sh** away? n***as think: Because a n***a bust, I got grips and grips of pay The pain grows in fame and kangos we're changin' strange hoes Who bang in Range Roves for thangs same shows with lames The rains goes will stain and insane foes who drain And hang rows with brains If you caught it, that means you got it And if you brought it, that means you should have shot it Cause I'm about to drop the ray and Nina locked to k** a liter Propped to meaner n***a I pop the millimeter DeMarco I'm 'bout to spark flow ya bark so hearts with parts Gonna make ya heart blow (heart blow), blood And don't be was-in, cuzin' me buggin' me Bout dubbs I be muscling these clubs really lovin, me It hurts my n***a, the hurt my n***a, but hurt my n***a Is what's inspiring these spurts my n***a At first my n***a Used to be my homie, used to be my ace Yellin' you gon' slap the taste out my mouth n***a, I never scare Savoir faires everywhere If you need me believe me it's easy To put hoes in chakrateasie Watch the wizie, these Glocks'll talk fa' shizie [Hook x2] Some say I should worry and watch where I walk Yada, yada, yada, n***a, that's just talk I'm a friend, if I was a foe I would be Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knockin' at yo' front do' [Verse 2 - Tech N9ne] The Industry's faulty, industry's salty (man) The industry cost me, industry brought me (pain) The industry taught me, industry caught me (strain) And you n***as know that the industry's awfully (vain) I ain't a snake n***a, all I did is make n***as money With Sonny now its funny, you playa hate n***as Over some cake the fake of a show me state n***a In my face will be Don Juan The Great to late n***a 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 n***as act like b**hes and hoes, with ya licorice souls Tecca N9ne I got the wickedest flows No kid in this MO, no misery 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 k**in' you? (Me!) Who kept Diamond from drillin' you? (Me!) Who kept villain n***as from bill dealin' you? (Me!) So now you can take away me and keep on talkin' crazy And I'mma let 'em know where you keep your baby and where you stay, D [Hook x2] [Verse 3 - Tech N9ne] You can't turn enough motherf**ers against me You can't find a harder rapper that'll convince me I'm with the Canties, the Ashbees, the White Bears La Zhunes, the Harris's, and the motherf**ing 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 puffs are considered to be rough enough Nobody likes you not even ya b**hes, I'm a witness They sick of yo disrespectful way of speakin' explicit Always talkin' about how big yo dick is Better hope Anghellic go multi-platinum to get yo riches, blood This is the end of men who were once friends and then One a**hole thought he was somethin' When punks bend over they get f**ed! (Get f**ed!) Hand over them Tech tapes or get stuck! (Get stuck!) You must think I'm soft for talkin' to Icey Rock 'bout knockin' the Nina out I'm trippin' without a doubt I'm a tell you really is yo friend Mail Bakarii and maybe you and him can get together and tell like it is again It's over man, I hope you brought your Novocaine I know the pain, is slowly takin' over brain So calm that motherf**ing wombat, I don't need no Don Juan tracks to come bomb on rap [Hook x2] [Outro] That's what I'm speakin' on, dog, that's real sh** n***a once said to me: "n***a walk around like his sh** don't stink Gon' cut ya nose off and stick up ya a** so you can smell that sh**," man Ya know what I'm sizzlin'? Dog, you drew first blood man That was dog sh** You know what I'm sizzlin' That ain't no friend Talkin' 'bout knockin' me out n***a Ya know what are we Yo Dr. Dre here I come Timbaland here I come Neptunes here I come Rick Rock 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