Kutt Calhoun, Tech N9ne - I See It lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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