[Kutt talking]
*Burp*
Somebody tell me what the f**k's goin on
with these niggas out here man? I ain't
understand it you know what I'm sayin?
I'm the king of the city nigga man you
know what I'm sayin straight from Killa
City man & what niggas do around here
man, they keep to theyself.
But I see these niggas man the way they
look at me when I roll, they sideways
frowns & shit man, & I just wanna let
you bitch ass niggas know, I see you
niggas man.

You see me rollin' the Chevy
Know that I'm doin it heavy
Your body language'll tell me
Nigga I see you nigga

The Feti kicks & the Belvy?
The skinny jeans & the smelly
When I walk passed it's makin you wanna be me nigga
But I ain't mad, matter fact impressed
A hatin' campaign? I din know I had one yet
That was the same thing I was just askin Tech
He told me, niggas get mad that his staff respects (?)
They wanna steal your swagga, & kill your laughter
Stick every nigga who get rich & you with daggers
They smile up in your face but then they'll boo ya after
It's all the same, part of the game & you's a factor
So niggas keep on feedin me all the fuel to gas up
My passion, I'm blastin, right to & past ya
& we won't have to worry 'bout the ruins after
Cus Kutti Cal's the sho'nuff, who? The master.

[CHORUS]
Yo, you 'mirkin hard on the low, I see ya
The way you look at my car when I roll, I see ya
But no, even with my sucka duckas on, you hatin' on me,
Quit fakin homie, I see ya

My - bank account large, bank account small
But - fresh as I'm raw, niggas y'all spar
Tour across all fifty states y'all
Home with no job, scratchin' your balls
Kids, you motherf**kers about to witness one of the
baddest niggas about the middle Kansas City, I do it mane
I got the right to be cocky, Pac & the Biggie gave me a
vision, you musta done missed it, you better school 'em mane
R-r-r-rollin I'm stayin' makin' connect while you playin'
I'm s-s-singin' my mans, you better get up on it
We p-p-proposin' a plan, so get up globally in 'em
Chuck up the doe on the fam & I put a milli on it
Cus this word is disturbed, ya just heard
It gets worse, you disperse or get murdered
With it fer your lip serve can get serviced
Then this heard just shit yours, ya get first

[CHORUS]

Boom shaka laka so woo (?) walkin & tube sockers
Move on ya partner come through (rocka) with two maraccas
You've got a problem? The deuce prolly see you 'bout it
You with the talk when we shoot the block up & then we out it
It ain't even gotta be this way
Niggas start a lot of beef these days
Never wonderin' the streets in play
Cus off the porch it's a different game
Pistols & pillies & mac millies for niggas who act silly
& hate on the fact niggas is gettin the cash
Come up to me with that jazz, I'ma be ready to blap
Famous like Trav Barker, get hit from a star with a strap
So I hope you got a clear understandin' who's in demand &
that you ain't too damn reluctant to see
Cus I don't wanna have to ruin your plans to be
All because a nigga with no love was f**kin' with me

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