Pow Pow - Tech N9ne

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

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(If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it then wild out, it’s the)

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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

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(If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it’s the)

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(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

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(If theres drama niggas cock it then pop it (?) it’s the)

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(Ain't from around here know you about it to slide out)

(Riv Locc, get 'em)

Rollin a cigar full of ooey

My kush the hottest selling since Avatar hit the movies

Clappin at your car with a sooey i go hard tho

Sick of the dude i saw one two three and four

It’s Kansas City fuck who yall rep for

My guys is more alive then the que dog step shows

So give me a break like when the que ball let go

With a blue rag wrapped tight around my head low

Ready for what ever with my weather livin fare tho

I want my pocket knotted like the rosta man dreads bro

Press the button watch the little homie dome split

Flippin out the clup droppin to my patron in he

The chrome semi’ll break every single bone in ya

No Lambo ???

im dome in ya

Its Riv Locc respect cuz when ya pull up

You gonna hear 2 pops followed by a humongous sound

(Mon. E.G., kill this player hatin' niggas)

Yes, Sir!

We be like fuck em locate em and watch me slump em

But my niggas be trippin in case you wonder we doin this for the

Block only fuck with headshots been fuckin with tecca nina light

Years before Pac

Switch gears through slow pause

Im in love with the beef my ??

gotta eat em on the mound no releif

Throwin pitch after pitch till mothafuckin biff you know exactly

What it is utilize my gift

Mon EG the Ghostwriter breathe in breathe out im a killa city

Legand you know im reppin the south you can ask Ricky Ross

You can ask Tripple C

Put your ear to the street wait im no ??

With the payton go no huddle

Butthead like Beavis shut down like Revis mo drama make sure my

Team goes undefeated pull up and go