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Tech N9ne – Drill Sergeant | Lyrics Letra Strange Music Inc Tech N9ne – Drill Sergeant | Lyrics
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh

Verse 1
O.G
Nobody but the government control me
But to my followers I gotta keep it low key
To keep the image of a nigga that is so free
I approach he, without a father figure
I deliver guap and give a spot to parolees
Makin’ mo’ cheese, pushin’ rocks and regrow weak
Never no permittin’ “fuck the police”
I’m a cold piece
I get at ‘em at a young age
So I can have ‘em in a dumb rage
Really combative in a numb way
Static with my tongue say
Have a littlе fun with the gun spray
But never lеt the hood snipe you
And you gotta know whoever in the hood might sue
So let the good white through
The enemy I’m tellin’ you to murder gotta look like…
You
(Kill ‘em up)
Dreads with the gold teeth
Yeah, are fo’ sho’ thief
Fed with the lead is the motif
(Kill ‘em up)
Set you can show B
Head of the whole street
Cred put a dead nigga so deep
(Kill ‘em up)
Bread be the trophy
Bad to get your breed
Bled hella red for the groceries
(Kill ‘em up)
Never to show grief
Cheddar, get obese
Beg and you plead, give ‘em no peace
Now flip this to music
See, got a company and find the biggest to move it
Yeah, the lyrics are stupid but critics approve it
And people for the wicked will lose it
I take you real far and raise ya
Put out the ill tar and saved ya
Who makes to kill art enslave ya
I am the Drill Sergeant Major
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Verse 2
Take the energy to IG, Facebook, TikTok
Put your vibe on Twitter
Ain’t no limit, we can buy free made crook, hip hop
It puts the eyes on niggas
Lots of foes waitin’, shot yo’ rotation
To the top, opps and mo’ hatin
Lock and load nation, got the globe breakin’
Your block, so drop your location
Let ‘em know that you a real one, emotion you feel none
Anybody really want it, will come
When he do you, you gotta peel some
Never stoppin’ till the deal done
Nothin’ but a drill, son
Talk a lot is how we make this fame
The hate exchangin’ no face to face is lame
Gotta slide and try to take his chain, the safest thang
To keep livin’ you gotta bake his brains, nigga
(Kill ‘em up)
Called but the cops said
Talk outta pocket
Cross me, you offed in a hot set
(Kill ‘em up)
Walk and you’re not blessed
Lost in the projects
? the false should’a popped Tech
(Kill ‘em up)
When he comin’ nosy
Tell him you don’t know me
Tell him a lotta nothin’ really slowly
(Kill ‘em up)
Callin’ you the dobie
Never expose me
And your family won’t need a sad emoji
You can leave with a blown mind
Or confess to your own crimes
With the feds I’m in a wrong bind
That’ll put my ass away for a long time
So my job is to befriend the funksters
Get ‘em livin’ foul till they deep in the dumpster
Drill sergeant, I lead friends to under
Graves and penal system, I feed them the youngsters
Chorus
Death
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
Death
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)
Yo’ death nigh set
Yo’ death nigh
(Drill sergeant got the real target
Make you feel hard and get the kill started)

Outro
You got big dreams?
You want fame?
Well, fame costs!
And right here is where you start payin’!
In sweat, and in death!
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