[Verse 1] I know you know this is Kansas City Where nigga life don't mean shit So step to and immediately get yo dome split I pack heat for days run street wit K's and hollow's On a concrete crusade you made the pill now swallow You never thought tomorrow You see me beam up all strapped down wit a pump Searchin' for the niggas on a hunt Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump It's not a game dude my killaz will mangle Anything in my range fool When hatin' get framed moved We play the same rules Bussin' all 32 shot Lookin' to murder you Glock they never heard of you Shocked that I'm comin' servin' you Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I'm provin' guilty Snug brim get to blast in And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure plus a lawyer and do work for kiloz' You know the steelo real niggas never talk just listen This deuce shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen
[Chorus] Rough niggas in the street will bust 4 the bread And meat deuce 57th Street and 7 deuce be packin' heat punks Get the fuck away from we, for we buckin' these mutha fuckin' G.U.N.Z.
Dem no won fuck with us 4 what I believe I will die Dem no won fuck with us If any hataz wanna try Hands gon throw gunz with bust
Real niggas run the streets with they gats up Everything you got and owns getting' snatched up
[Verse 2] If you're my enemy my energy Your rhymes are elementary get lost in penitentiaries When I begin this century so mention me And Imma heat the track up if it's loo of you demons I suggest you go get back up
Load the mac up don't slack up Imma act up on Any mutha fucka that think he got his clown suit on get Stepped on destroy your mind you're wasting your time Cause when I spit a fucking rhyme I got a million in line
To listen to me, a bitch to do me nick naming me hollow tip with a stand off clip That'll kill your click and will kill your brain if you can't maintain Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy That's for sure boy and ya know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys
You're a decoy I'm the real thang I'm a genius you're a pea brain Get pissed on and whipped on so who you talkin' shit on Imma spit on Any negative spirit that step to me try to take my soul From under me but I got a lifetime warranty
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[Verse 3] Skatterman cat Persistantly dirty From KC Where in the drought we pay 50 for birdies package short I call Snug and just give him the word he take ya face Before he tell on me they'll get him 4 purgery Hustla's shoot shit Rob shit Loot shit Hard core convicts Mob shit If you snitch, killin'em on Tech's new shit (new shit) Dude we crossin' the color line Nuff money Nuff weed Make a tuff nigga colorblind We rap 4 curb servers That hop in and out of cars Rep 4 cats wit 3rd murderers That pop in and out of bars D12, Strange Music, Rogue Dogs Regime, Duce Click, Doe Boyz, Yong Gunz Same team Same beams Niggas that a split ya cherries Vigilanty's mutha fuckas with permits to carry Bitch you scary Fuck you and that bitch you married Cross anyone I named That shit will get you buried
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[Verse 4] It's all out war 4 the punks funk finna jump Chumps get a lump when I dump tonks 4 the bianks Gump wanna thump over pumps and a bump
Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts Imma munk what you bunk niggas want fuck What you thunk you get sunk in and trunk
Fuck that we done heard and took enough crap Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps I'm tryin' to touch scratch and bring my hell to parties and For the last time mutha fuck Vell Bakardi
You cannot rap with me scrap with me Nigga to the back of me catastrophe Hits yo shits raggedy it had to be this tragedy shit Suck it up don't be mad at me bitch I'm glad to be rich You gets none with that fagoty pitch
Imma ex poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame Think you quick but you heard we flow quicker plus the bitches Don't wanna fuck a black herpe nose nigga
This is it yaw, dump this pussy off I a pit dog Doe stackin' and hip hop it must not be his nitch yaw So take the chicken exit, Technina's whassup Next time grown folks talkin' you shut the fuck up
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