For The Mo - The Popper

Yates!

You can find me and Pop' at the top

And if you faulty we can be at your knot with the chop'

And a lot of haters in my section are squat with the prop

Still I represent my city if they watchin' or not

I’m all over the world, plus all over your girl

Bust all over her curl, must I show her the pearl?

Tech’s a straight boss, niggas is way soft

I stay cross when they just marinatin' in Gates sauce

It’s the same thang as the world go around

Niggas gangbang, trickin', throwin' dough around

Women change lanes, strippin' to a ho and now

Slow it down, livin' then you end up in the floor and now

But we the same blue or flame, we Americana

Represent the same liquor, same marijuana

Same killer, same living, same crazy drama

Same occupation, same gritter, same baby momma

I put 'em up!

I let 'em know!

Scream it out!

It’s for the MO!

Yo, don’t be a bitch, go ahead, represent

Throw it in the air, let these niggas know who they fucking with

Eastside!

Westside!

Northside!

Southside!

I put 'em up!

I let 'em know!

Scream it out!

It’s for the MO!

Ey, this is KC, we like the rest of y’all

Where the murder rate be higher than cholesterol

I don’t play on this mic, I don’t be BS’ing y’all

I don’t beat around the bush when I’m adressing y’all

I only be me, I don’t fake or copycat

Tell me one thing that came out my mouth you heard that’s not a fact

Everybody snitchin', hands up is you not a rat

If you’re not as phat they’re gonna keep their eyes on you

Catch you slippin' then they’ll fuck around and ride on you

Like a 45 on you

KC, I love it plus I hate it too

These streets is a jungle, I’m happy that I made it through

Flawless MC on the mic, yeah, I ate a few

Got a universal mouthpiece that y’all relatin' to

Kansas City, Missouri is where I’m from

They don’t believe it with the bidness then I dare them come

Sound like a snare hit drum, they will air lift some

Then point like, «That boy over there get dumb»

Where is that?

(Southside!) Then strip I roam

And you know (Eastside!) Feel just like home

I gotta holla (Northside!) For that boy **

And of course (Westside!) Is where I cut my pie

See, I ride through all the hoods there are

Blood, crip, folk, ese, I’m a hood star

Spit hooks and bars, still cookin' jars

They knew what it really was when I took that charge

(Where I come from) Hood feel just like yours

Got kingpins, rats, d-boys and whores

(And where I come from) Old heads, 50 or better was either

Hittin' that work or they was gettin' that cheddar