| KC PD you got a buster workin' for ya
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| He be yappin' to Hooters employees and alertin' employers
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| Not to hang out with Tecca Nina cause some investigation
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| With with a yellow Hummer I got with drugs so I’m searchin' for ya
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| Shut up and eat your Hooters chicken before I bomb you
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| Don’t be hatin' on me the bitches to get them on you
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| I ain’t got no yellow Hummer homie that’s non true
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| King of KC rappers just know that this Don Wu keep the
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| (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
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| (If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it then wild out, it’s the)
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| (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
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| Kutt Calhoun, mob these motherfuckers
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| Killer cities, killer centerfolds and gangs and niggas snitchin'
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| On the block you lose your life over the thangs that niggas grippin'
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| In the kitchen that discovery will clear a niggas vision
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| When he sittin' in the pen readin' 'bout everything he did
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| And to the point where niggas never get to make it to preliminary
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| Hearings cause of loyalty thats broken in the syndicate
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| Nowadays you shoot either you kill or rep a medikit
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| Insurgents don’t be caring bout a past rep a manuscript
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| Thats why i keep a Russian in possession on my person
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| My Kalashinkov will speak 'til our hood beat is talkin' foreign
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| Your beefin' on our warrant, got no time to have my family
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| Comin' to you funeral, presume you’ll just handle me
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| And this is how it is, when you livin' in the Mid, killer city nickname
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| Kansas City killer kid, so don’t get it confused
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| Cause we get it how we spit it all raw and uncut battle
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| Width for any with it, when we trip and it’s
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| (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
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| (If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it’s the)
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| (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
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| (Ain't from around here know you about it to slide out)
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| Tay Diggs, let 'em have it
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| Yeah we runnin' the crime rate
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| Catch me on the E-way doin' a pill with the gun spray
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| Y’all fucks with Tech N9ne and claps shit to the gun pray
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| It’s back to the checks more baggies and more K
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| We hella old niggas hittin' mall (?) from mall way
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| I’m on plate, I’m rappin' for a reason
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| Clappin' for no reason I just love the desert eagles
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| And I’m fuckin' with the mags i just love to plug my peoples
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| These suckers ain’t my evil, we live life fast
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| And they try to tell me stop, but all we know is gas
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| No brakes so catch me on the crip side
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| Right up on the street, likes cannon on my hip side
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| I’m G maggin' and my young life’s maney
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| Do whatever for the dough and we smokin' on grates
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| Reload that thing and I’ll make y’all a shake
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| For the mob and do the job and I fucks to survive, nigga
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| (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
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| (If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it’s the)
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| (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
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| (Ain't from around here know you about it to slide out)
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| (Riv Locc, get 'em)
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| Rollin a cigar full of ooey
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| My kush the hottest selling since Avatar hit the movies
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| Clappin at your car with a sooey i go hard tho
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| Sick of the dude i saw one two three and four
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| It’s Kansas City fuck who yall rep for
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| My guys is more alive then the que dog step shows
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| So give me a break like when the que ball let go
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| With a blue rag wrapped tight around my head low
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| Ready for what ever with my weather livin fare tho
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| I want my pocket knotted like the rosta man dreads bro
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| Press the button watch the little homie dome split
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| Flippin out the clup droppin to my patron in he
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| The chrome semi’ll break every single bone in ya
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| No Lambo ??? |
| im dome in ya
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| Its Riv Locc respect cuz when ya pull up
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| You gonna hear 2 pops followed by a humongous sound
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| (Mon. E.G., kill this player hatin' niggas)
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| Yes, Sir! |
| We be like fuck em locate em and watch me slump em
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| But my niggas be trippin in case you wonder we doin this for the
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| Block only fuck with headshots been fuckin with tecca nina light
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| Years before Pac
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| Switch gears through slow pause
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| Im in love with the beef my ?? |
| gotta eat em on the mound no releif
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| Throwin pitch after pitch till mothafuckin biff you know exactly
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| What it is utilize my gift
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| Mon EG the Ghostwriter breathe in breathe out im a killa city
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| Legand you know im reppin the south you can ask Ricky Ross
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| You can ask Tripple C
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| Put your ear to the street wait im no ??
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| With the payton go no huddle
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| Butthead like Beavis shut down like Revis mo drama make sure my
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| Team goes undefeated pull up and go |