Tech N9ne - Pow Pow lyrics

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 d** so I'm searchin for ya Shut up and eat your Hooters chicken before I bomb you Dont be hatin on me the b**hes to get them on you I aint got no yellow Hummer homie thats non true King of KC rappers know that this ?? keep the Chorus ??? Pow Pow (x3) If theres drama n***as coppin and poppin ??? out its the ??? Pow Pow (x3) Kutt Calhoun mob these mothaf**as Kutt Calhoun k**er cities, k**er centerfolds and gangs and n***as snitchin on the block you lose your life over the thangs that n***as grippin in the kitchen that discovery will clear a n***as vision when he sittin in the pen readin about everything he did and to the point where n***as never get to make it to preliminary hearings cause of loyalty thats broken in the syndicate nowadays you shoot either you k** or rep a medikit insurgents dont be caring bout a past rep a man*script 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, k**a city nickname Kansas City k**a 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 Chorus ??? Pow Pow (x3) If theres drama n***as coppin and poppin ??? out its the ??? Pow Pow (x3) 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 f**s with Tech N9ne and claps sh** to the gun ?? its back to the checks mo baggies and mo K's We hella old n***as hittin the ??? from ??? I'm on plate, im rappin for a reason clappin for no reason I just love the desert eagles and im f**in with the mags i just love to plug my peoples these s**as 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 f**s to survive, n***a Chorus ??? Pow Pow (x3) If theres drama n***as coppin and poppin while out its the ??? Pow Pow (x3) Aint from around here know you about it to slide out ??? go get em