Tech N9ne - Mitch Bade Lyrics
f/ BakariiCHORUS 1:Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?Theres alot of slinky niggas where I come fromTheres another missle catcher just like himHis name is Mitchell Bade, Mitchell BadeTECH N9NE:What up mitch?Is it an everyday thang for you to act just like a *****?How does it FEEL, to have a nigga that will KILL yah,for the foul shit you spit?Number one snitchA ***** with a dickI found the remedy for the enemy(What)?Bust at the nigga like shootin at the Kennedy'sCause Mitch Bade ain't really no friend of me!BAKARII:To be exactHe's that nigga that talk,but he really can't back that shit that he talkSo he gotta walk around with a gatBut a nigga like me, I'll knock him out with the force of a hurricaneThe penalty for the path if you disrespect the gameTECH N9NE:Now what goes on inside the mind of a nigga like this?The nigga pissedAs I pumped off four rounds up in the trick he was withBut It ain't my fault you a little ole' *****(Without yo click)Nigga run with a quickness(Get away quick, but you bet not slip)Better of with a Bianca then be stuck(With a AK 47 on your lip)Right!BAKARII:Even if I'm lifted I can scope em' from a mile awayNiggas fakin like intisapating they domes dayTECH N9NE:Camouflagin but I can see you actin like a *****Which are the symptoms of a nigga named Mitch!CHORUS 2:Have you ever met a nigga who was pie sprung?There's alot of slinkin niggas where I come fromThere's another missle catcher just like himHis name is Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade)If a Mitch is yo mix, you best's ta check oneAnd get ret to go for milli, when the next one comeIf a nigga got a foot off in his rectumHis name is Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade) Mitchell Bade (Mitch Bade)BAKARII:(Late night I got a page from Bianca)She told me her man was trippen, so swoop her bout a block upSo I um, got prepared, My conscience told me grab the gatBut all I could think about, was hittin that kitty kat from the backAll about that hustle, but tonight I gosta kick itDeep conversation,but it's her first time letting a nigga hitBut I'm not alone, It seems this nigga was on the phoneHe heard the spot, the topic, whicked whicked, now it's on!As I continue(continue) creepin(creepin) it's apparentThat I'm dealin with a Mitch Bade, I guess that's why he keeps on stareingBut I'm well equiped to handle a fleet, so nigga don't think I'm sleepWe can talk like men or we can get grim, and handle this shit n'the streetsDon't ever trust no cochEspecially when, a nigga like me is rollin up your block***** Made nigga couldn't see that you was playedSo we just changed your nameAnd Called you Mitch Bade (Mitch Bade)CHORUS 2TECH N9NE:Cruisin down the 'spect with five spliff's roll (roll)Passenger seat (seat), Sunday the Hoe StrollWent to park with major lootDippen up on *****es, but the jealous Mitch is ready to shoot, peepBut it ain't complete, the day is foul without a big butt and smileI need a chick that's running wet like Fury of the NileBumped into, stepped into, this chick that's thick and photo genicIn a minute, I'ma get up in it, with a jimmy to avoid that AIDS epedemicGet it, got it, good in the hood, shit's all good, so I knocked on woodGot to her crib, drank some crown, laid me down, showed me the goodsThen, knock knock, "who's that?"She said her man and he might be strapped with a gatPut back on my shit, time to show this fool just where it's atRet to get wet, she opened it up enough so I could seeShe cracked it a bit, but that nigga pushed her, then came after meExtended arm, and bodily harmHe shoulda caught trigga, chiggasMITCH BADE, ***** MADE NIGGAS!!CHORUS
