[Intro: Tech N9ne, Mr. Stinky & RonnZfromBerlin]
Worldwide thuggin' from Jamaica to Germany, nigga!
Yo, brethren, I need to show (?) right?
(?) said "man a gunman"
Man ain't a gunman! Mr. Stinky a gunman, say?
Worldwide, nigga!
Scheiß auf euch verfluchte kleine Pisser!
Wir denken uns, ihr könnt uns stoppen?
Scheiße nein! From Cologne City, Germany
To Kansas City, Missouri
PLA-Yuh-A in this son of a bitch!
[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
I know you know this is Kansas City where nigga life don't mean shit
So step to me and immediately get ya dome split
I pack heat for days, run streets wit K's and hollows
On the concrete ya saved, you made the pill now swallow
You never thought tomorrow
You'd see me beamed up off I'm down wit a pump
Searchin' for the niggas on the hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump
It's not a game dude my killas will mangle
Anything in my range fool, when hatin' get flame move
We play the same rules, bustin' out thirty-two shots
Lookin' to murda ya block, they neva heard of you shot
Them come and servin' you, Snug Brimm get the flashin'
Innocent til I'm proven guilty, Snug Brimm get the blastin'
And fuck the homicide charge; I got Esposito
A mob figga, plus a lawyer and do work for kilos
You know the steelo, real niggas neva talk
Just listen this Duece shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen
Worldwide thuggin' from Jamaica to Germany, nigga!
Yo, brethren, I need to show (?) right?
(?) said "man a gunman"
Man ain't a gunman! Mr. Stinky a gunman, say?
Worldwide, nigga!
Scheiß auf euch verfluchte kleine Pisser!
Wir denken uns, ihr könnt uns stoppen?
Scheiße nein! From Cologne City, Germany
To Kansas City, Missouri
PLA-Yuh-A in this son of a bitch!
[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
I know you know this is Kansas City where nigga life don't mean shit
So step to me and immediately get ya dome split
I pack heat for days, run streets wit K's and hollows
On the concrete ya saved, you made the pill now swallow
You never thought tomorrow
You'd see me beamed up off I'm down wit a pump
Searchin' for the niggas on the hunt
Jerkin' on the trigga when I dump
It's not a game dude my killas will mangle
Anything in my range fool, when hatin' get flame move
We play the same rules, bustin' out thirty-two shots
Lookin' to murda ya block, they neva heard of you shot
Them come and servin' you, Snug Brimm get the flashin'
Innocent til I'm proven guilty, Snug Brimm get the blastin'
And fuck the homicide charge; I got Esposito
A mob figga, plus a lawyer and do work for kilos
You know the steelo, real niggas neva talk
Just listen this Duece shit comin' wit heat up out the kitchen
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