Monster

[Intro] Somebody tell me what the fuck's goin' on with these niggas out here man? I ain't understand it, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm the Kansas City nigga, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Straight from Killa City, man. And 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 and shit, man. And I just wanna let you bitch-ass niggas know, I see you niggas, man [Verse 1] You see me roll in the Chevy, know that I'm doing it heavy Your body language will tell me nigga, I see you nigga The Fendi kicks and the belvi the skinny jeans and the smelly When I walk past is making you wanna be me nigga But I ain't mad, matter fact impressed A hatin' campain, I didn't know I had one yet That was the same thing I was just asking Tech He told me niggas get mad at established vets They wanna steal your swagger, and kill your laughter Stick every nigga who get rich and you with daggers Will smile up in your face, but then will boo you after It's all the same, part of the game when you's a factor So niggas keep on feeding me all the fuel to gas up My passion, I'm blasting right through and past ya And you won't have to worry 'bout the ruins after 'Cause Kutty Cal's the sho'nuff, who? The master [Hook: Kutt Calhoun & Tech N9ne] Yo, you muggin' hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I see it But no, even with my sucka duckas on I see it You hatin' on me I see it Quit fakin' homie I see it Yo, you muggin' hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I see it But no, even with my sucka duckas on I see it You hatin' on me I see it Quit fakin' homie I see it [Verse 2] My bank account large, your bank account small But fresh as I'm raw, niggas y'all spoiled I tour across all 50 states, y'all Home with no job, scratching your balls (kids) You muthafuckas about to witness one of the baddest niggas up out of middle, Kansas City, I do it mane I got the right to be cocky Pac and the Biggie gave me a vision You must've done missed it, you better school 'em, mane R-r-rollin', I'm stayin' making connect while you're playin' I'm s-s-saying my man, you better get up on it P-p-pose and I'm playin' Soakin' 'em globally and I choke up the dough on fam When I put the milli on it (whatever) 'Cause this word is disturbed, you just heard But it gets worse, you disperse and get murder Qui-dit [?], your lips sir can get served [?] [Hook: Kutt Calhoun & Tech N9ne] Yo, you muggin' hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I see it But no, even with my sucka duckas on I see it You hatin' on me I see it Quit fakin' homie I see it Yo, you muggin' hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I see it But no, even with my sucka duckas on I see it You hatin' on me I see it Quit fakin' homie I see it [Verse 3] Boom shaka-laka, soo-woo, walkin' in two suckas Move on your partner, come through, blacka, with two marakas You got a problem the Deuce problem, see you about it You with the top, we shoot the blocka, but then we out it It ain't even gotta be this way Niggas start a lot of beef these days Never wonder in the streets in-play 'Cause off the porch it's a different game Pistols and pillies and mack millis for niggas who wack Silly and hate on the fact, niggas is gettin' the cash Come up to me with that jazz, I'mma be ready to blap Famous like Trav Barker get hit from the start with a strap So I hope you got a clear understandin' who's in demand And that you way too damn reluctant to see 'Cause I don't wanna have to ruin your plans To be all because nigga with no love was fucking with me [Hook: Kutt Calhoun & Tech N9ne] Yo, you muggin' hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I see it But no, even with my sucka duckas on I see it You hatin' on me I see it Quit fakin' homie I see it Yo, you muggin' hard on the low I see it The way you look at my car when I roll I see it But no, even with my sucka duckas on I see it You hatin' on me I see it Quit fakin' homie I see it