[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 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[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