This Ring (Explicit) - Tech N9ne

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Do you

Take this man to be you lawfully wedded husband

In sickness and in health

For richer or for poorer

For better or for worse

'Til death do you part I do

Do you

Take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife

In sickness and in health

For richer or for poorer

For better or for worse

'Til death do you part I do

From the words of a patriot

I often fear that the sins in my past

Will come back to haunt me

But the consequenses are more than I can bare

I feel that s**t

This piece right here

Is about what comes with fame

And the struggle to keep family within a family

I give you this ring

This ring

Got me a top notch

Straight hot fox

We sought rocks

And the ewok slot

Was caught

Got dropped two

Playing hopscotch

On the block

Ought not twat plot

Yo for hops knot I brought dots

This ring

Helped me remain sane

No dame games

Came from bane

To a changed man

No cane thang

Refrain from gang bang

Slang a praying brain

Reigns family fame

Then came pain

Say hello to tech n9ne

Everybody want to be down with a n***a

Women get a whiff of the money

Thinking of taking it from me

They get up in the club

Giving the love

Throwin the p***y

Full of liquor and bud

Booty hopping around up in the mo

Get to looking around

Every ho want to lick a n***a low

Infatuated

With n***as with dough

Get 'em in the sack

And try to make 'em let it go

Tech n9ne

Be autographing b***hes

In front of rappin n***as

Who think of having figures

They get to grapping triggas

They can't imagine villians

When they come back and get us

We get to whacking n***as

I ain't never wanted no parts of this

I don't ever want to break

Another heart for this

Why the devil gotta make it

Why the lord gotta make something that'll kill

Something so marvelous

This ring

Brings demeaning demons in

G-strings

Songs we sing

Make 'em fiend semen

And green things

Clinging

Dreaming

Thinking of being miss thing

With this ring

But if I wasn't tech n9ne

B***hes wouldn't even want to be with

Tech n9ne

If I did no music

Then would you respect mine

This wedding band and music draws a line

Between

Life and tech n9ne

This ring

Was supposed to protect a n***a

Best for n***as

Who couldn't stop having sex

With b***hes

Bless the Mrs

Who stress to kiss us

Even though we spend on

Checks with strippers

Obsessed with clitorises

This ring

Made a n***a feel macho

Cry fo

Lie fo

Die fo

My ho

N***a I go face

Diablo

With a hostile gospel

If I can't have tres or cuatro

Little vatos

Imma let a lot flow

What the sell

Up in osco

Up a nostril

That sound like tech n9ne

N***a where the w**d

Where the muthaf**king

Blow

And the hoes yes yes

Next to me

Is ectasy

Asking me if I want to roll yes yes

B***hes never gave a f**k about a fling

Make's it exciting

When a married n***a

Want to f**k around

And a b***h know he down for a fling yes yes

I've been tested

And a lot of times

Been invested

Didn't know this tech s**t

Would constantly

Get a n***a molested

Been aproached by some of the best tricks

In the game

And they came strong

But I hanged on

To this ring

And I hope my son don't sing the same song

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This ring

Brings demeaning demons in

G-strings

Songs we sing

Make 'em fiend semen

And green things

Clinging

Dreaming

Thinking of being miss thing

With this ring

But if I wasn't tech n9ne

B***hes wouldn't even want to be with

Tech n9ne

If I did no music

Then would you respect mine

This wedding band and music draws a line

Between

Life and tech n9ne

Quincy j told me

Super stars are good providers

But

2 times outta 10

When we on tour

Family's not besides us

What

Can a n***a do

When he make ends

Add more to the time they spend

While he make ends

Everything else breaking

And the bond at the house

May end

And your wifey steadily yellin 'bout quality time

And you think

With all the fame and fortune

S**t outta be fine

But what happens when

The divorce papers just gotta be signed

And you lose half

And your children

'Cause you gotta be n9ne

I want to relaxe wit 'em

And spend time to the maximum

But if silence is golden

Then me making noise is platinum

I gotta be tech

And daddy and hubby

But music

Women mixed with family's ugly

I know and you know

That hell will be

Hot for a n***a's infidelity

But until then

God forgive me for any

Promises that I broke

Family

Can I be

Forgiven

For all the

Liquor and w**d that I smoked

When I succeed

Will I cope

Will I still breathe without both

This ring

Tech n9ne

I dunno

But when I go

I'm leavin out d**e

This ring

Brings demeaning demons in

G-strings

Songs we sing

Make 'em fiend semen

And green things

Clinging

Dreaming

Thinking of being miss thing

With this ring

But if I wasn't tech n9ne

B***hes wouldn't even want to be with

Tech n9ne

If I did no music

Then would you respect mine

This wedding band and music draws a line

Between

Life and tech n9ne

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