I See It

[Intro: Kutt Calhoun]

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: Kutt Calhoun]

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

[Chorus: 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: Kutt Calhoun]

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

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[Chorus: 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: Kutt Calhoun]

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

[Chorus: 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