Megan Thee Stallion Seemingly Drags Tory Lanez On Diss Track: You ‘Shot’ Me ‘With A .22’

Megan Thee Stallion Seemingly Drags Tory Lanez On Diss Track: You ‘Shot’ Me ‘With A .22’







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Shots fired. In a track that sampled Biggie Smalls’ iconic ‘Who Shot Ya?’ track, Megan Thee Stallion accused Tory Lanez of shooting her with a ‘.22’ — just two days after Tory pleaded not guilty to the shooting.

A month after Tory Lanez was charged over the July shooting of Megan Thee Stallion (and two months after he released an entire album about the assault allegations,) Megan seemingly sent the shade right back. In “Shots Fired,” the track that opens up Meg’s new album, Good News, the 25-year-old Houston native fires right away at Tory: “You shot a 5’10” b-tch, with a .22.” It was just one of many lines that directly alluded to their legal battle, included ones like, “Who a snitch? I ain’t never went to the police with no names” (in a live stream in August, Megan explained why she didn’t immediately report Tory to the police).

Megan did not hold back. “And if it weren’t for me, same week, you would have been indicted,” she raps on another line, and says on another, “He talkin’ ’bout his followers, dollars and goofy s–t / I told him, ‘You’re not poppin’, you just on a remix’.” There’s more significance to this track beyond the disses, too — the entire song is a sample of Biggie Smalls‘ classic 1994 track, “Who Shot Ya?” (Biggie was later shot to death in 1997).

Tory (legal name Daystar Peterson) was charged on Oct. 8 over his alleged role in the July 12 shooting of Megan (legal name Megan Pete.) Just two days before Megan’s diss track dropped, Tory pleaded not guilty to the shooting, per TMZ. While the exact specifics of what exactly happened remain unknown, Meg offered a deeper insight into the night of the shooting while speaking to GQ. After attending a pool party in Hollywood Hulls, she jumped into a SUV – while still wearing her bikini – with Tory and two others to head home. She had a bad feeling and got out of the car to try and hail a different ride, but her phone was dead, it was later, and she was only wearing a bikini. After getting back into the car, an argument brewed, and she got out again.

Megan Thee Stallion performs during the second annual Astroworld Festival at NRG Park on November 9, 2019, in Houston, Texas. (AP)

As it’s been reported, this is when Tory allegedly fired multiple shots at Megan’s feet, wounding her. “Like, I never put my hands on nobody,” she told GQ. “I barely even said anything to the man who shot me when I was walking away. We were literally like five minutes away from the house.” She claims that Tory begged her not to say anything and allegedly offered Megan and her friend money to stay quiet. When the cops arrived, Megan – aware of the heightened tensions of the George Floyd protests – didn’t say anything about Tory and the gun in his car.

A back-and-forth online happened, with many people accusing Megan of lying, or making memes that mocked her injuries/claims. Megan posted a now-deleted photo of her feet with stitches to prove she was shot, and ultimately named Tory as her alleged assailant. “Black women are so unprotected & we hold so many things in to protect the feelings of others w/o considering our own,” she tweeted. “It might be funny to y’all on the internet and just another messy topic for you to talk about but this is my real life and I’m real life hurt and traumatized.”

Tory Lanez performs during the Festival d’ete de Quebec on Wednesday July 11, 2018, in Quebec City, Canada. (AP)

Ultimately, Tory was hit with one count of assault with a semiautomatic firearm and one count of carrying a loaded, concealed firearm in a vehicle, the Los Angeles County District Attorney’s Office said in a statement. In response to the charges, the Canadian rapper tweeted, “and the truth will come to the light …a charge is not a conviction. If you have supported me or meg thru this, I genuinely appreciate u.”

About a week before Tory was charged, he released DAYSTAR, a project that’s essentially a concept album based around Megan’s accusations (and how he was innocent, she was supposedly lying, and a bunch of other outrageous claims.) Despite its commercial success (debuting at No. 1 on the Billboard 200), it was poorly received. “A project too contemptible to be evaluated on any musical scale,” according to Complex, who said it was a “17-track tirade exploiting Megan’s pain, all in hopes to salvage his career and win favor from men who are just as fragile as him.”

Tory Lanez: 5 Things To Know About The Rapper Arrested On Gun Charge

Tory Lanez: 5 Things To Know About The Rapper Arrested On Gun Charge

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Tory Lanez is making headlines for more than just his incredible talent, as he’s been arrested on gun possession charges while reportedly with Megan Thee Stallion. We’ve got five things to know about the rapper.

Tory Lanez went from having fun at a house party in the Hollywood Hills in the early morning hours of July 12 to JAIL, after he was arrested and held on gun charges. The Canadian-born rapper was booked on felony charges of carrying a concealed weapon in a vehicle. He was ordered held on $35K bond, which he put up just a few hours after being finger printed and processed.  Tory — real name Daystar Peterson — was out from behind bars a few hours later, according to a police report obtained by HollywoodLife.com. 

Tory wasn’t alone at the time of his bust, as rumored girlfriend Megan Thee Stallion was with him, TMZ reported. An argument allegedly erupted outside of a party at a private residence around 4:30am, and shots were fired into the air. Witnesses told the site that an SUV at the scene then sped off. Police quickly located a vehicle matching the description, and TMZ reported that the cops found Tory and Megan inside, along with an unidentified woman and a gun. Megan was reportedly hospitalized, as she had a cut on her foot due to broken glass on the floor of the vehicle, while Tory was taken away to jail. We’ve 5 things to know about the Toronto-based rapper, right here.

Tory Lanez appears on ‘Good Morning Britain’ TV show in London on Apr. 5, 2019. Photo credit: Shutterstock.

1. Drake put him on the map. It was thanks to a remix of Drake’s “Controlla” that Tory skyrocketed to fame. After posting the remix to the internet, the track blew up, and racked up millions of views on SoundCloud. Though the two were rumored to have beef with one another, that was all squashed when both rappers hit the stage together at the 2017 OVO Fest in Toronto. Drake invited Tory to join him for a rendition of the hit song.

2. His live show is INSANE. Tory brings the energy to his live show, and is known for his crazy antics which can include climbing the walls, swinging from stage equipment, or an impromptu crowd surf session. “I am the greatest lie [sic] show performer period. no ni**a in urban music can see me live … IDGAF” he once said of his wild stage game.

Tory Lanez crushing it at the Wireless Festival in London’s Finsbury Park, on July 5, 2019. Photo credit: Shutterstock.

3. He got his stage name when he was a kid. Tory’s stage name is actually a combination of two childhood nicknames. Thanks to the fact he loved being outdoors as a kid, and was always running around, playing in the streets, he received the nickname “Lanez.” Later, the rapper began to refer to himself as “Notorious,” after Biggie Smalls, which was eventually shortened to “Tory.”

4. Music helped him through his mother’s death. Tory’s mother Luella died from a rare disease when he was only 11. “At the time I was being very bad because I didn’t know how to express myself” he told the Guardian. “Music gave me an outlet to express myself and channel that anger,” he said, of the situation.

5. He’s sick of people referring to Toronto as ‘the 6.’ Get the lingo straight. It might have once been cool to call the Canadian city by it’s well-known nickname, but Tory made his opinions clear about the cliche in a now-deleted Tweet. Don’t go calling Toronto ‘the 6’ around him!

Ebenezer – Faith Lyrics

[Chorus]
Tell me what would you say
Would you call me Biggie Smalls if I lose Faith?
Heaven knows I ain’t making it past Tuesday
Wonder why I lose faith?
Yeah, wonder why I lose faith?
Picking up loose change
Got me picking up loose change, yeah
Bad man without a Bruce Wayne
Wonder why I lose faith?
Wonder why I lose faith? yeah
I’ll tell you why I lose faith, yeah

[Verse]
I ain’t got faith and religion, it just feel phony
Don’t phone me
I miss Sunday service on purpose, I’m just tryna be Kobe
Tryna ball like Lebron, tryna get in with my homies
So tell me why do I still feel lonely?
Tryna talk to God but he only works weekends, yeah
I’m drownin’ in the deep end, ah
No side, born up on the East End, yeah
Put my foot up underworld to lead fire with the footwork
(Punch it, yeah)
Some move work (pop it, get it)
This tone you can u-surp
I’m doin’ the [crad?]
How you doin’? curtain ain’t the muddiest (muddiest)
Put my foot up under water

[Verse]
Tell me what would you say
Would you call me Biggie Smalls if I lose Faith?
Heaven knows I ain’t making it past Tuesday
Wonder why I lose faith?
Yeah, wonder why I lose faith?
Picking up loose change
Got me picking up loose change, yeah
Bad man without a Bruce Wayne
Wonder why I lose faith?
Wonder why I lose faith? yeah
I’ll tell you why I lose faith, yeah

MoStack – What I Wanna

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
ILLBLU
You know I party with savages
In the club and I rass up the cannabis
Rass and rass and rass ’em

[Chorus]
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
I don’t think sometimes
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Verse 1]
I like to kiss and cuddle and what?
Still a baddaman pon da baddaman block
Big ass jacket in Dubai, don’t ask why
Pass me the keys let me drive
Cah you’ve been smoking too much skunk
Plus I drive better when I’m drunk
I treat the car like a go-kart
Wouldn’t-a bust that red light if I was sober
I don’t respect my olders
I do what I want you can’t tell me no
I said I’m gonna be a star girl I told you so
Don’t be that guy that owes me dough
Send my ‘ooter down there with the chrome-y chrome
She’s like "when are you free?"
Never bitch I cost, if you drop out me
That’s your loss, I switch countries like I switch socks
Pull up, pull up when I drop that gloss

[Chorus]
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
I don’t think sometimes
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Verse 2]
I saw this gyal at the zebra crossing
Black and white girl man it felt like a zebra crossing (yo shawty)
She said "can I get a lift?"
My girl with the lisp, said can I get a kiss
Indian gyal said I’m a bloody ghost
‘Cause all I do is hola then I adiós
Hit the Caribbean store for some curry goat
She said my meat taste good so she sucked the bone
I’m with a white girl, dancing with some stamina
She a wine to bashment while I’m grabbing her
She be moving like she’s got some black in her
That was before I put my black in her
I’m living so single and free
I sit comfy, knowing no-one’s cheating on me
My gyal even put her arms around me
She so comfy, she even fart around me

[Chorus]
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
I don’t think sometimes
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

[Bridge]
I could pull up in the car if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Car if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Take a girl yard if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Go hard if I want to (I just do it, do it)
I’m a hustler, I thought you knew that
I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac
I’m a hustler, I thought you knew that
I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac

[Outro]
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
ILLBLU
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

XXXTentacion Claims He Is A Better Rapper Than Tupac

Yes, you heard that right, XXXTentacion claims he is a better rapper than Tupac.

Certainly, he is not the first young rapper to claim that they are better than the late Tupac Shakur, just last year Kodak Black also echoed the same line. Pac is the benchmark for how good of a rapper you’re these days but ever so often some young cat overstep the bounds and say they are better than the West Coast legend. During his recent chat with DJ Akademiks, the Lauderhill rapper insisted that he is better than Pac while raising some eyebrows.

“I’m better than 2Pac, bro,” XXXTentacion insisted. “Please don’t compare me to him…Please don’t. 2Pac can’t make rock music. 2Pac couldn’t do that. 2Pac didn’t do that. 2Pac was a dancer and a poet and a rapper.” Akademiks then reminded him of Tupac’s credentials as a revolutionary figure in hip hop and X says he doesn’t care and continues his rant. “I don’t give a f***, there’s plenty of revolutionaries. What about Joyner Lucas?”

XXXTentacion then admitted that he is a big fan of The Notorious B.I.G. and thinks that Biggie is better than Tupac. He added that he wanted to spark a new debate about Tupac and Biggie while claiming the B.I.G. was a better rapper and better poet. “I think Biggie’s better, as far as a rapper,” he continues. “Tupac could articulate himself very well, but Biggie was a better poet.”

In his lengthy rant, XXXTentacion says he blame both rap legends for the current levels of gun violence among young kids, saying they should’ve put their differences aside and battle it out rather than kill each other. But let’s be clear, there is no evidence that Biggie Smalls had anything to do with Tupac’s murder. Notorious B.I.G.’s killing is widely seen as a reprisal for the death of Tupac.

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Belly – Mumble Rap

Uh, fuckin’ hoes that ain’t worth a cent
In homes that ain’t worth the rent
Perfect sense, this is the circus that I had to circumvent
If you fly, I’m turbulance
Murder murder, screamin’ "Fuck 12!" with a perfect 10
In these streets runnin’ ’round robbin’ every fuckin’ body like a tournament
Once the time has turned
This is the only shit I learned
I put a bridge over my pool, that’s for all the ones that burned
I hope you pick up game, it’s a pick up game, winner’s ball
Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that’s Biggie Smalls
Dope dick give your bitch withdrawals
Why’d you even get your bitch involved?
I’m gone off the liquor, I’m sicker than Paul
And call it, just listen, I’m twisted and raw
Pictured it all
I had to sacrifice, I feel extra blessed tonight
Yeah they slept on me, I flexed on ’em, and manifest to life

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Okay, I need to get in my hemisphere
You interfere, start to interfere
You Richard Gere with a pretty woman, I told her look ain’t no tricks in here
Like the drugs white and the liquor clear
Reflect back, tryna make it clear
Bad luck, 7 years, and I ain’t even break a mirror
20 years just to make it here
Don’t take it there, your circles is made of squares
You shoulda been made aware
Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair
Oh God, whole squad made millions
Whole time stay real
Wonder why I can’t chill
Couldn’t even pay bills
Now it’s LA hills
And I’m the king, Hank Hill
Can’t feel, can’t stand still
I blame all these damn pills
The best shit we can’t feel
I’m signin’ NDAs, these texts like NBA deals
But envy may kill, still don’t give a fuck how they feel

I been ridin’ through the city on my own
Only time I see myself was in this chrome
Oh man, I been gettin’ in my zone
Hearin’ everybody soundin’ like some clones
[?]
Man I been- I been trappin’ on my own
[?]

Kevin Gates – Imagine That

[Intro]
No matter what, ain’t no cryin’
You don’t gotta tell me it hurt
I know it hurt
No cryin’
To lose somebody you really love and they not dead
Suck it up and roll
But you dead to me
Yeah, yeah
Love you with all my heart, I swear to God I do
So I forgive you, I’ll never forget what you did

[Chorus]
I’m not a human being
And I came up from nothin’ just imagine that
Now I got my own, just imagine that
Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back
I lost day ones, just imagine that
Feelin’ like it’s all on me
Soon as they fall, they gon’ call on me
I remember when they used to talk ’bout me
These days now I got it all, just imagine that

[Verse 1]
Like I remember when it wasn’t nothin’ with us
Now it’s retarded
These days now I got it all
Choppin’ game with the President, we on a call
Now we flyin’ over Bogota
I swear that I’m flyer, it ain’t no denial
I’m drownin’, yeah, we goin’ up
Got another female say she want it right now
Told her I ain’t comin’, you gon’ have to pipe down
I’m in the studio, I’m on the grind right now
Like right now

[Chorus]
And I came up from nothin’ just imagine that
Now I got my own, just imagine that
Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back
I lost day ones, just imagine that
Feelin’ like it’s all on me
Soon as they fall, they gon’ call on me
I remember when they used to talk ’bout me
These days now I got it all, just imagine that

[Verse 2]
I’m not a human being, but who do you believe?
All praise be to God right now, I achieve
I’ve been to hell and back, now I’m seein’ different things
And what we sippin’ on, we never said it give you wings
I don’t get tired, I’m a billionaire, what you believe
I’m a bread winner, tell Malcolm X rest in peace
Lot of bred Japanese red stitch denim jeans
I ain’t scared of death, say you want it, yeah, we can squeeze
You ain’t ready, yeah
When I’m alone in my trap, I would stare at the wall
Listenin’ to Biggie Smalls, I can’t wait ’til I ball
It’s just me and my dawg, had a couple of flaws
I was bad at savin’ money ’til a dick got a broad
I fell off, I got it
In Brooks town in the bed with her lookin’ at the roof
I’m not opinionated, but I used to keep a tool
Never had too many problems ’til I had too many partners
Richard ever call a nigga back, he know I got him
I put that on my body

[Chorus]
And I came up from nothin’ just imagine that
Now I got my own, just imagine that
Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back
I lost day ones, just imagine that
Feelin’ like it’s all on me
Soon as they fall, they gon’ call on me
I remember when they used to talk ’bout me
These days now I got it all, just imagine that

[Verse 3]
Open up to tell me why you frownin’ up, time flies fast
Thumbin’ through the bands, countin’ up
I no longer post on Carolina, had to switch the route
Turn the beat up, I ain’t all beat in the drought
I don’t fuck with nothin’ but some steppers, dope game veteran
Cocaine seller, you got raw it move better
Two grand, quinine, make the dog food better
The one take a one, threw a mil’, no pressure

[Chorus]
And I came up from nothin’ just imagine that
Now I got my own, just imagine that
Tried to take it from me, I went and got it back
I lost day ones, just imagine that
Feelin’ like it’s all on me
Soon as they fall, they gon’ call on me
I remember when they used to talk ’bout me
These days now I got it all, just imagine that

Notorious B.i.g. – Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

NOTORIOUS B.I.G.
Want That Old Thing Back Lyrics

Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
Biggie Smalls
Listen…

[Singing:]
Uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
When it comes to sex, I’m similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I’m not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I’m in thirteens, know what I mean
I f**k around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don’t get to see shit
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn’t matter
Skinny or fat or boy-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin “Ay papi!”
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
f**k tae kwon do, I tote da fo’-fo’
For niggaz gettin mad cause they bitch chose me
A big black motherf**ker with G ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I’m guaranteed to f**k her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man’s a certified mack
You’ll get that H-town in ya, you’ll want that old thing back

[Chorus:]
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby sing relax and feel
What you be, where you are
You wouldn’t start

[Ja Rule:]
Bitches screamin they want That old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
Wit some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known to bustin in ya E-Y-E, baby baby!
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
How close we came to come the ghetto is crazy
How come you ain’t, ?? semi your faces
When I come you be cryin like I’m killin ya bitches
Knows when picture in the camera rollin
Cause I only be knowin how the shit’s unfolded
Back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
Got a reload, like every so often
You sayin I got my swagger back
I’m lookin like bitch, my swagger never left
It’s so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
Shit…

[Chorus]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
Is my mind playin tricks, like Scarface and Bushwick
Willie D, havin nightmares of girls killin me
She mad because what we had didn’t last
I’m glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
f**k the past let’s dwell on the 500 SL, the E and J and ginger ale
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon’s in the crib, please send her in
I f**k nonstop, lick my lips alot, used to lick the clits alot
But lickin clits had to stop
Cause y’all don’t know how to act when the tongue go down below
Peep the funk flow, really though
I got the cleanest meanest penis, ya never seen this stroke of genius
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit
I mean the spandex and hit my man next
Sex gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherf**ker
I don’t chase em, I replace em
and if I’m caressin em, I’m undressin em
f**k whatcha heard who’s the best in New York
For fillin fantasies without that nigga Mr. Walk
Or Tattoo I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I’m done I got to split shit
Back shots is my position, I gotcha wishin for an intermission
f**k the kissin, lickin down to your belly button, I ain’t frontin
They don’t call me B.I.G. for nuttin, all of a sudden

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Biggie Smalls
P. Diddy y’all
Bad Boy for life
Once again going to the top baby

Cam’ron – Welcome To New York City (feat. Jay-Z & Juelz Santana)

Turn the motherfuckin’ music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State
Home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquaters
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Stand the fuck up

I’m a B.K. brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring ’em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ’em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
It be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
I go off the head when I’m rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I’m scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there’s a war goin’ on outside no man is safe from
It don’t matter if you three feet or eight-one
You’ll get eight from the nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool
In front of Sparks body Castellano
Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano
It’s la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya
They’ll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught
Midnight pitch fights, another victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I’m from 101, west a Hund 40th, this shit is live
5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
You’re on 22nd, hit you from two-one
That’s on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage at Centre Street
Got Brafman defendin’ me
Cause New York’ll miss me if I’m locked in the penitentiary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit-Kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin’ at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won’t stop til I get back Blood
Holla at em Hov

I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

You all niggas, man
Y’all can’t fuck around, man
It’s the ROC bitch, Killa
My nigga Jigga, Siegel, Beans
Diplomats, man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick – no homo
Probably own this city for two minutes, man
I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere
Welcome to New York City

Tech N9ne – I Get It Now (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (The Storm Deluxe Edition Album)

[Intro]
Industry does not, feel you
I’m sick of this shit
Blind bitches wish
N9ne’s wickedness away

[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin’ killer B
There’s about to become a distillery
The majority don’t really feel a G
With the paint and a dark soliloquy
Music, they said killed the fee
Me, Krizz, and Makzilla free
So I’m gonna have to keep it real with me
Fuck them straight with agility
They callin’ me crazy
Don’t wanna play me
So I make the music that will target their babies
And open ’em up to wicked shit
They wanna know how hip is this
This never been no hipster shit
So the fakers see me and dis the ‘fit
I ain’t cool like the late great Biggie Smalls, the illest
So I went the route of a killer clown comin’ to pillage a village
Steady tryin’ to get ’em all to feel it
But I learned you can’t please everybody
When my mother was livin’ they used to say "your son is scary Maudie"
I don’t give a flyin’, dyin’
Spy inside of al-Qaeda, they lyin’
When tryin’ to diss Tech N9ne
And when they all shall buy us
I don’t fit the part for main stream cause I’m rougher
Only time they wanna look like me is Halloween motherfucker
I realize I’m not inviting

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Interlude]
Y’all can’t tell I’m fuckin’ myself up more and more on purpose?
I love scarin’ the hell out of y’all, haha

[Verse 2]
Stick the masses, whack it off in the casket
Sound like they wrist broken like put the fuckin’ lotion in the basket
How is he livin’ lavish when he rap really fast and he mask it?
They don’t get it when I gas it
They laugh at it, mad it ain’t ratchet
They wanna wear clothes just like A$AP Rocky, like Yeezy and Drake
That’s what they identify with, not with a nigga with the clown paint on his face
I get it that I’m wicked
When I spit it they be comin’ to get ’em a ticket
Talk a lot of shit at the gate and they got to zip it
When I’m bustin’, they open up to somethin’ different and dig it
I get it, I never looked like the average black dude
Track shoes, gold teeth, and covered in tattoos
Yak, booze, reeking and chiefing the sack through
Speakin’ about reaching them hardened hat screws
Jack move
Yes I’ve become a big boss
But I’ll never be cool as Rick Ross
That’s okay, N9ne’s been rhyming
And now he’s shining
Perfect timing

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
You ain’t with it
Sit it down
I’m a vicious
Wicked clown
And I’m livid when the critics give us frowns
Trippin’ with this nigga’s sound
Yup, I get it now
Get it, me and you, we are not the same
We unequal and the people is to blame, get it?
I get it now
I guess I got the wrong pants on
And I don’t really make no dance songs, get it?
I get it now

[Outro: Tech N9ne & Woman Speaking in Reverse]
So what I’ve come to realize is I will never fit in
So it’s my duty to make sure that I stand the fuck out
Meht etinu lliw eh esuac’ ,meht sthgif reven eh yhw s’taht ,meht ekil gnihton s’eH
If this thing does not kill you
Grind back to back tracks
Find racks on racks
N9ne’s stacking that all day