The Popper - For the MO lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 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, n***as is way soft I stay cross when they just marinatin' in Gates sauce It's the same thang as the world go around n***as g**n, 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 k**er, same living, same crazy drama Same occupation, same gritter, same baby momma [Hook] I put 'em up! I let 'em know! Scream it out! It's for the MO! Yo, don't be a b**h, go ahead, represent Throw it in the air, let these n***as know who they f**ing with Eastside! Westside! Northside! Southside! I put 'em up! I let 'em know! Scream it out! It's for the MO! [Verse 2: The Popper] 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 f** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Ron Ron] 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 who*es (And where I come from) Old heads, 50 or better was either Hittin' that work or they was gettin' that cheddar [Hook]