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Intro 1
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Dm
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Verse 1
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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
Dm
Am
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
Dm
Snug brim get to blast in
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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
Verse 2
up out the kitchen
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[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.
Dm
Dem no won fuck with
Verse 3
us
Am
4 what I believe I will die
Dem no won fuck with us
If any hataz want to try
Hands gon throw gunz with bust
Verse 4
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Real niggas run the streets
with they gats up
Everything you got and owns
getting' snatched up
Verse 5
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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
Dm
I suggest you go get back up
Verse 6
Dm
Am
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
Verse 7
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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
Dm
I'll whip your ass like four boys
Verse 8
Dm
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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
Verse 9
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[Chorus] 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
Dm
him 4 purgery
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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 beams
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Dm
Niggas that a split ya cherries
Am
Vigilanty's mutha fuckas with
permits to carry
Bitch you scary
Fuck you and that bitch you married
Cross anyone I named
Verse 10
That shit will get you buried
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[Chorus]
Dm
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It's all out war 4 the
punks funk finna jump
Chumps get a lump when
I dump tonks 4 the bianks
Gump want to thump
over pumps and a bump
Verse 11
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Rumps get it krunk when I skunk runts
Imma munk what you bunk
niggas want fuck
What you thunk you get
Dm
sunk in and trunk
Am
Fuck that we done
Verse 12
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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
Verse 13
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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
Verse 14
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ex poppin' shroom drop
pin' 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 want to fuck a black
herpe nose nigga
Verse 15
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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'
Dm
Am
you shut the fuck up
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