This Ring

[1st Verse]This ringGot me a top notchStraight hot foxWe sought rocksAnd the Ewok SlotWas caughtGot dropped twoPlaying hopscotchOn the blockOught not twat plotYo for hops knotI brought dotsThis ringHelp me remain saneNo dame gamesCame from baneTo a changed manNo cane thangRefrain from gang bangSlang a praying brainReigns family fameThen came painSay hello to TechN9NEEverybodyWanna be down with a niggaWomen get a whiff of the moneyThinking of taking it from meThey get up in the clubGiving the loveThrowing the pussyFull of liquor and budBooty hopping around up in the MOGet to looking aroundEvery ho wanna lick a nigga lowInfatuatedWith niggas with doughGet em in the sackAnd try to make 'em let it goTech N9NEBe autographing bitchesIn front of rapping niggasWho think of having figuresThey get to grabbing triggasThey can't imagine villainsWhen they come back and get usWe get to whacking niggasI ain't neverWanted no parts of thisI don't never want to breakAnother heart for thisWhy the devilGotta make itWhy the LordWanna make something that'll killSomething so marvelous[Hook]This ringBrings demeaning demonsIn G-stringsSongs we singMake 'em fiend semenAnd green thingsClingingDreamingThinking of beingMrs. ThingWith this ringBut if I wasn't Tech N9NEBitches wouldn't even wanna beWith Tech N9NEIf I did no musicThen would youRespect mineThis wedding bandAnd musicDraws a line between lifeAnd Tech N9Ne[2nd Verse]This ringWas supposed to protect a niggaBest for niggasWho couldn't stop having sexWith bitchesBless the Mrs.Who stress to kiss usEven though we spend ourChecks with strippersObsessed with clitorisesThis ringMade a nigga feel machoCry forLie forDie forMy hoNigga I go face DiabloWith a hostile gospelIf I can't have tres or cuatroLittle vatosImma let a lot flowWhat they sellUp in OscoUp a nostrilThat sound likeTech N9NENigga where the weedWhere the mutha fuckinBlowAnd the hoesNext to meIs ecstacyAsking me if I wanna rollBitches never gave a fuckAbout a flingMakes it excitingWhen a married niggaWanna fuck aroundAnd bitch know he's downFor the flingI've been testedAnd a lot of timesBeen investedDidn't know this Tech shitWould constantly get a niggaMolestedBeen approachedBy some of the best tricksIn the gameAnd they came strongBut I hanged onTo this ringAnd I hope my sonDon't sing the same song[Hook]This ringBrings demeaning demonsIn G-stringsSongs we singMake 'em fiend semenAnd green thingsClingingDreamingThinking of beingMrs. ThingWith this ringBut if I wasn't Tech N9NEBitches wouldn't even wanna beWith Tech N9NEIf I did no musicThen would youRespect mineThis wedding bandAnd musicDraws a line between lifeAnd Tech N9NE[3rd Verse]Quincy J. told meSuperstars are good providersButTwo times out of tenWhen we're on tourFamily's not beside usWhatCan a nigga doWhen he makes endsAdd more to the time they spendWhile he make endsEverything else breakingAnd the bond at the houseMay endAnd your wifey steady yelling'bout quality timeAnd you thinkWith all the fame and fortuneShit ought to be fineBut what happensWhen the divorce papersJust gotta be signedAnd you lose halfAnd your childrenCause you gotta be N9NEI wanna relax with themAnd spend timeTo the maximumBut if silence is goldenThen me making noiseIs PlatinumI gotta be TechAnd DaddyAnd HubbyBut musicWomen mixed with family's uglyI know and you knowThat hell will beHot for a nigga's infidelityBut until thenGod forgive meFor any promises that I brokeFamilyCan I beForgivenFor all the liquor and weedThat I smokeWhen I succeed will I copeWill I still breatheWithout bothThis ringTech N9NEI don't knowBut when I goI'm leaving out dope[Hook]This ringBrings demeaning demonsIn G-stringsSongs we singMake 'em fiend semenAnd green thingsClingingDreamingThinking of beingMrs. thingWith this ringBut if I wasn't Tech N9NEBitches wouldn't even wanna beWith Tech N9NEIf I did no musicThen would youRespect mineThis wedding bandAnd musicDraws a line between lifeAnd Tech N9NE