Tech N9ne - Blue Streak lyrics

Got my back, got my back
Got my back against the wall (Blue streak)

Untamed, I run with a game
No time for the fame
I proclaim my name with a shame
It's insane my brain full of pain
Such strange in the game to maintain
My juice but I came with no shame
Hella riches I ain't the game
It's in my veins
I changed from cotton to rugging
To raise stay bane
My frame, we give them samhain
Check on their change
Situation crazy deranged
Anything goes my life chose
Was money and women
I had no intentions of gettin' froze
Blows hearts hit's to the nose
Use to be like my bros but those foes
Got me behind doors case closed
Three in the row doing it to
Get back on my toes
Yo, this once gotta go no amateur but a pro
Lettin' you know I'm back and
I'm after the dough
Devil with pedal to the floor, gotta get it

Drive through streets (Gotta get it)
Time to eat (Gotta get it)
Pride you're thief (Gotta get it)
Find blue streak (Gotta get it)

Can't trust, no one better bust
Everybody's corrupted
For a buck, I get 'em stuck runnin' mugs
So I'mma duck
Undercover and bug anybody who touches
Any business I can duck
No fool for the mugs
No Chris style for the guts
No ice for the sluts plus
No souls for Satan to suck I clutch a nut
To live plus rocks and suchs
In a rug right after
Retrieving 'em though luck
Killer generation is my breed
Now I am involved in a high speed
Hard rock double-M Sci-Fi
If any have the halfs of the pie leaves
Thieves fraudecio p's black hearts
Full of greed
Who need D-IA-M-O-N-D-S converted to cheese
Lord help me please, Jeez 'em me lease
Lost 'em and never failed in the seas

Drive through streets (Gotta get it)
Time to eat (Gotta get it)
Pride you're thief (Gotta get it)
Find blue streak (Gotta get it)
No scratches, no stacks, no kickback
No hit in the back of the Escalade Cadillac
Straight darkness tryin' to find
Where my shadows at
If I found in deep in the
Bitch I can paddle back
Undercover blown my riches all gone
Identity prone to look up and break
In your home with a chrome
Own one, everybody loves my tone gun done
No more lethal killers to run from
Thieves converted to something
You won't believe
Never greave homie handed over
The blue streak
With ease no more crime or law when I'm dyin'
No more swine or i'll be in solitary convine
Leave any place like the Floridan keys
With a breeze where you can do
No shoes and short sleeves
But, I bring my ladies
And G-strings blue skies
Watching the blue streak glisten in my eyes

Drive through streets time to eat
Pride you're thief find blue streak

Drive through streets (Gotta get it)
Time to eat (Gotta get it)
Pride you're thief (Gotta get it)
Find blue streak (Gotta get it)

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