Lyrics Pow Pow - Tech N9ne , Kutt Calhoun

Tech N9ne
KC PD you got a busta workin for ya
He be yappin to Hooters employees and alertin employers
Not to hang out with Tecca Nina cuz 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
Dont be hatin on me the bitches to get them on you
I aint got no yellow Hummer homie thats non true
King of KC rappers know that this?? keep the??? Pow Pow
If theres drama niggas coppin and poppin??? out its the??? Pow Pow
Kutt Calhoun mob these mothafuckas
Kutt Calhoun
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 about 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 dont be caring bout a past rep a manuscript
Thats why i keep a Russian in possession on my person
My Kalashinkov will speak till 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, killa city nickname
Kansas City killa kid, so dont get it confused
Cuz we get it how we spit it all raw and uncut battle width for any with it
When we trip and its??? Pow Pow
If theres drama niggas coppin and poppin??? out its the??? Pow Pow
Aint from around here know you about it to slide out
Tay Diggs let ′em have it
Tay Diggs
Yeah we runnin the crime rate
Catch me on the e way doin a?? feelin the gun spray
Ya'll fucks with Tech N9ne and claps shit to the gun??
Its back to the checks mo baggies and mo K's
We hella old niggas hittin the??? from???
I′m on plate, im rappin for a reason
Clappin for no reason I just love the desert eagles
And im fuckin with the mags i just love to plug my peoples
These suckas aint 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 thang and I′ll make ya'll a shake
For the mob and do the job and I fucks to survive, nigga??? Pow Pow
If theres drama niggas coppin and poppin while out its the??? Pow Pow
Aint from around here know you about it to slide out??? go get em