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tech n9ne - pow pow lyrics

[intro: tech n9ne]
(tech n9ne)
kc pd you got a buster workin’ for ya
he be yappin’ to hooters employees and alertin’ employers
not to hang out with tecca nina cause 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
don’t be hatin’ on me the b-tches to get them on you
i ain’t got no yellow hummer homie that’s non true
king of kc rappers just know that this don wu keep the

[hook: kutt calhoun]
(?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow
(if theres drama n-ggas c-ck it then pop it then wild out, it’s the)
(?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow
kutt calhoun, mob these motherf-ckers

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
k!ller cities, k!ller centerfolds and gangs and n-ggas snitchin’
on the block you lose your life over the thangs that n-ggas grippin’
in the kitchen that discovery will clear a n-ggas vision
when he sittin’ in the pen readin’ ’bout everything he did
and to the point where n-ggas never get to make it to preliminary
hearings cause of loyalty thats broken in the syndicate
nowadays you shoot either you k!ll or rep a medikit
insurgents don’t be caring bout a past rep a m-n-script
thats why i keep a russian in possession on my person
my kalashinkov will speak ’til 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!ller city nickname
kansas city k!ller kid, so don’t get it confused
cause we get it how we spit it all raw and uncut battle
width for any with it, when we trip and it’s

[hook: kutt calhoun]
(?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow
(if theres drama n-ggas c-ck it then pop it (?) it’s the)
(?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow (?) pow-pow
(ain’t from around here know you about it to slide out)
tay diggs, let ’em have it

[verse 2: tay diggs]
yeah we runnin’ the crime rate
catch me on the e-way doin’ a pill with the gun spray
y’all f-cks with tech n9ne and claps sh-t to the gun pray
it’s back to the checks more baggies and more k
we h-lla old n-ggas hittin’ mall (?) from mall way
i’m on plate, i’m rappin’ for a reason
clappin’ for no reason i just love the desert eagles
and i’m f-ckin’ with the mags i just love to plug my peoples
these suckers ain’t 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 thing and i’ll make y’all a shake
for the mob and do the job and i f-cks to survive, n-gga

[verse 3: riv locc]
(riv locc, get ’em)
rollin a cigar full of ooey
my kush the hottest selling since avatar hit the movies
clappin at your car with a sooey i go hard tho
sick of the dude i saw one two three and four
it’s kansas city f-ck who yall rep for
my guys is more alive then the que dog step shows
so give me a break like when the que ball let go
with a blue rag wrapped tight around my head low
ready for what ever with my weather livin fare tho
i want my pocket knotted like the rosta man dreads bro
press the b-tton watch the little homie dome split
flippin out the clup droppin to my patron in he
the chrome semi’ll break every single bone in ya
no lambo ??? im dome in ya
its riv locc respect cuz when ya pull up
you gonna hear 2 pops followed by a humongous sound

[hook]

(mon. e.g., k!ll this player hatin’ n-ggas)

[verse 4: mon. e.g.]
yes, sir! we be like f-ck em locate em and watch me slump em
but my n-ggas be trippin in case you wonder we doin this for the
block only f-ck with headshots been f-ckin with tecca nina light
years before pac
switch gears through slow pause
im in love with the beef my ?? gotta eat em on the mound no releif
throwin pitch after pitch till mothaf-ckin biff you know exactly
what it is utilize my gift
mon eg the ghostwriter breathe in breathe out im a k!lla city
legand you know im reppin the south you can ask ricky ross
you can ask tripple c
???
put your ear to the street wait im no ??
with the payton go no huddle
b-tthead like beavis shut down like revis mo drama make sure my
team goes undefeated pull up and go

[hook]

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