[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    [Chorus]    [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