Pow Pow
Montay Dean, Gregory Bolton, Marco Tyler, Tech N9ne, Kutt Calhoun
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KC PD you got a buster workin' for ya He be yappin' to Hooters employees and alertin' employers Not to hang out with Tecca Nina cause some investigation With with a yellow Hummer I got with drugs so I'm searchin' for ya Shut up and eat your Hooters chicken before I bomb you Don't be hatin' on me the bitches to get them on you I ain't got no yellow Hummer homie that's non true King of KC rappers just know that this Don Wu keep the [Chorus] (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it's the) (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow Kutt Calhoun, mob these motherfuckers Killer cities, killer centerfolds and gangs and niggas snitchin' On the block you lose your life over the thangs that niggas grippin' In the kitchen that discovery will clear a niggas vision When he sittin' in the pen readin' 'bout everything he did And to the point where niggas never get to make it to preliminary Hearings cause of loyalty thats broken in the syndicate Nowadays you shoot either you kill or rep a medikit Insurgents don't be caring bout a past rep a manuscript Thats why i keep a Russian in possession on my person My Kalashinkov will speak 'til our hood beat is talkin' foreign Your beefin' on our warrant, got no time to have my family Comin' to you funeral, presume you'll just handle me And this is how it is, when you livin' in the Mid, killer city nickname Kansas City killer kid, so don't get it confused Cause we get it how we spit it all raw and uncut battle Width for any with it, when we trip and it's [Chorus] (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it's the) (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (Ain't from around here know you about it to slide out) Tay Diggs, let 'em have it Yeah we runnin' the crime rate Catch me on the E-way doin' a pill with the gun spray Y'all fucks with Tech N9ne and claps shit to the gun pray It's back to the checks more baggies and more K We hella old niggas hittin' mall (?) from mall way I'm on plate, I'm rappin' for a reason Clappin' for no reason I just love the desert eagles And I'm fuckin' with the mags i just love to plug my peoples These suckers ain't my evil, we live life fast And they try to tell me stop, but all we know is gas No brakes so catch me on the crip side Right up on the street, likes cannon on my hip side I'm G maggin' and my young life's maney Do whatever for the dough and we smokin' on grates Reload that thing and I'll make y'all a shake For the mob and do the job and I fucks to survive, nigga [Chorus] (Riv Locc, get 'em) [Chorus] (Mon. E.G., kill this player hatin' niggas) Yes, Sir! [Chorus]
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