[Snug Brimm] I know you know this is Kansas City where life don't mean shit So step to me and immediatly get ya dome split I pack heat for days, run streets wit K's and hollows On the concrete ya saved, you made the pill no swallow You never thought tommorrow You'd see me beamed up off I'm down wit a pump Searchin for the niggas on a hunt Jerkin on the trigga when I dump Its not a game dude my killas will mangle Anything in my range fool, when hattin get flame move We play the same rules, bustin out thirty-two shots Lookin to murda ya block, they neva heard of you shot Them come and servin you, Snug Brimm get the flashin Innocent or provin guilty, Snug Brimm get the blastin And fuck the homicide charge I got the Exposito A mob figga, plus a lawyer and do work for kilos You know the steelo, real niggas neva talk Just listen this Duece shit comin wit heat up out the kitchen
[Tech N9ne] Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread in me Duece 57 Street and seven duece be packin heat Punks get the fuck away from we 'Fore we buckin the, mothafuckin G-U-N-Z
[Hook] Mr. Stinky & (Tech N9ne) They dont want fuck wit us (When I believe I will die) They dont want fuck wit us (Many hatas wanna try) As watch out gunz will bust (Real niggas run the streets wit they gats up) (Everything got and hoes gettin snatched up)
[Hollow Tip] If you my enemy, my energy, Yo' rhymes in elemantary Get lost in penetentiary when I begin the century So mention me, and I'mma heat the strack up If its a hundred of you demons I suggest you fuckin back up I will mack up, don't slack up, I'mma act up wrong Any muthafucka that think he got his clown suit on Step on, destroy ya mind you waistin ya time Cuz when I spit a fuckin rhyme, I got a million in line Now listen to me, a bitch to do, nicknamin me Hollow Tip When I spittin off clips betta kill yo click And I'll ya brain if you can't maintain Betta slow ya roll boy, really hungry ain't no ho boy Lets just show boy, and ya know boy that I whoop yo ass like whoa boy You a decoy, on the real thang I'm the genius, you a pea brain Get pissed on, and whipped on, so who you talkin shit on I'mma spit on, any niggas spirit that step to me Tryin to take my soul from under me But I got a life time warranty
[Skatterman] Its Skatterman came consistently dirty From K.C. we're in the drought we pay fifty for birdies Pack is short I call Snug and just give him the word he Take ya faith before he tell on me they get him for burndry Hustlas shoot shit, rob shit, blue shit Hardcore convicts, mob shit, you snitch, kill em below ticks New shit, knew shit, knew we crossin the color lines Nuff money, nuff weed, make a tought nigga color blind We ran for curb servers then hop in and out of cars Ran for cash wit third murders then hop in and out of bars D12, Strange Muzik, Rougue Dogs, Regime Duece Click, Dough Boys, Young Gunz, same team Same beams, niggas that'll split ya cherry Vigilantes muthafucka plus permits to carry Bitch you scary, fuck you and that bitch you married Cross anyone I named that shit'll get you barried
[Tech N9ne] Rough niggas in the street will bust for the bread in me Duece 57 Street and seven duece be packin heat Punks get the fuck away from we 'Fore we buckin the, mothafuckin G-U-N-Z
[Hook]
[Tech N9ne] It's all out war for the punks Funk finna jump chumps get a lump When I dump tunks for the biuncs Gump wanna thump over pumps in a bump Rumps get it crunk when I skunk runts I'mma monk What you bunk niggas want Fuck what you thunk you sunk in a trunk FUCK THAT, we done heard and took enough crap Trust we bust back when muskrats bust caps I'mma tryna touch scrath, and bring my hell to party And for the last time motherfuck Vell Bakari You cannot rap scrap wit me nigga to the back of me Catastrophe hit you shits ragedy 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 wit that faggoty bits I'mma a ex poppin, shroom droppin, rock 'n roll star Youz a, no coppin hoes stalkin drunk and a old fart Its a shame, think you quick but you heard we flow quicka Plus the bitches don't want to fuck a black herpy nosed nigga THIS IS IT Y'ALL Dump this pussy of in a pit dog No stackin in hip hop it must not be his nitch y'all So take the chicken exit, Tech Ninnas whats up Next time grown folks talk you shut the fuck up BITCHTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
