Lil' Bern - Kansas City Lyrics
Lil' Bern:It's Lil' Bern up in this motha*****aD-Loc The Gill GodKansas City all day babyYou know how we doYoVerse 1:See I'm just tryna make it so I strategizeBe the best I can be and stay real insideAnd til' I die, misery, pain, remain in these thangs of changeAnd it's weak or sold back they come with fortunate fameStill I'm the same, (balds?) start this lonely roadI've been through a lot, that's why my heart turned coldIt's a struggle just to stay alive, (if eat my sons?)Cause every breath I take could be my mother*****in' last oneI'm still addicted to life with a fast paceIn this club with a top, it's like I'm runnin' in a raceIn the size of a (sweater?) I'ma deceive herMake you a believer, I'm a mother*****in' Le-RoyI'm motivated to make my records saleI'm a prisoner to this gang and I'm living where but I shall prevailMaking money so customIt's gilla city mother*****er watch me rush 'emAnd then I bust 'emChorus:It don't matter where I goIn these streets are on the roadGilla city's all I knowGotta rap my cityTake a look into my eyesRap my city til' I dieSecond paper all my crimeThis is Kansas CityD-Loc:It's gilla city in this motha*****aWe the best in this *****We the realest to ever do itWe killin' you niggasVerse 2:Murder motha*****a, murder motha*****a, murder motha*****a prolly gilla cityNigga I'ma get yaRepeatedly committedly comin' in repeatedly come in commit repeatedlyMurder my motha*****a I'm givin you broccoli you gotta be gettin' your mindFor thinkin' that you *****in' with meIt ain't no my b thinkin' that I kill and you will and milli cause I'm aBilly, gilla city takin' over the heatWith a semi-automatic for this takin' bullet never this is why'd ya getDressedWe know we put it in plasticHatin' for the brother trouble then blast itI don't give a *****, I don't give a *****, I don't give a *****, niggasStill, I'm a mother*****in' whom againBurn up in your house, then I make it for the trap, cause then I ran yourMouth, I'm a mother*****in' foolWith the ugly buggy willies tryna hate up on me, for the real, rich andBury niggas mac out the wind thoHit a ***** nigga with the foe, livin' nigga on the flow, damn throw aNigga hand out the windowIf a nigga trippin', if a nigga flippin', if a nigga dippin' then the gillaCity nigga I'ma get yaEvery day nigga on the block when the niggas get poppedFully get split like swishesBust in the puncture of spinnin' now get offYou fluke rappers up on the marking to get upKansas City G for calling to kick offThe Kansas City G I'm call of the (kickos?)Start of this shit, starting this shit, D-Loc the vulture I'm one of theHardest to spitLarger than 'em, larger than 'em, like every damnin' *****, I'm harder toGetChorus:It don't matter where I goIn these streets are on the roadGilla city's all I knowGotta rap my cityTake a look into my eyesRap my city til' I dieSecond paper all my crimeThis is Kansas City
