[Intro: Xta-C]
Yeah, Xta-C
Mr. So Heavy
Doin' this for the town, man
816, KC, MO
Remix
Yeah, Grant Rice
Yeah, Tech N9ne
Yeah, Xta-C
Come on, come on

[Verse 1: Xta-C]
I started [?] off actin'
I'm not broke, that's just warning, I ain't braggin'
Body bagging' and toe taggin'
Still down with gun clappin'
This girl off in her room and do it pimpin' hoe fashion
When she brings the cash in
She'll get mad 'cause I'm dashin'
Switch up with the 6s, [?] dragon
The game ain't changed, these clown fools just made it drastic
Why I keep that loaded clip, and the .40 cal made of plastic
See me with a bad chick
With my clique all by myself
Xta-C is always on a mission to increase my wealth
[?]
Yes, believe me [?]
Always wearin' red [?]
Nah, never ever broke
As long as they got women on the [?] I always have some dope
Hooked up with Tech N9ne and Grant Rice
And now it's on the show
Represent that dirty show
Want the remix? Here it goes
X, [?] and Tech N9ne remix, yes that KCMO
[Chorus: Xta-C]
I comes through, can't see, so heavy
All 15s in my old school Chevy
Exquisite tech, demand the respect
You thought we was finished? You ain't heard nothin' yet
I said I comes through, can't see, so heavy
All 15s in my old school Chevy
Exquisite tech, demand the respect
You thought we was finished? You ain't heard nothin' yet

[Verse 2: Grant Rice]
Rice, a rebel resurrected, writin' retrospectives
[?] a rebel reapin' vengeance, never settle to my metal
Echoes from curbs and 'burbs and ghetto [?]
Metal Grant Rice, X and Tech and [?]
Ayo my [?] dipped in liquid, frozen baguettes
Still everytime [?] close to their last breath
My back's wet, and my trash is white
Still I muscle through the struggle and the sacrafice (it's Rice)
I keep my name where them streets be
[?] wanna seize me
Keeps the keys, and keep me
[?] and teach me a lesson
But I'm stressin hard head with half a TEC
Half these rappers rather have a cheque than respect
That's why I matched with the best, and keep chromes
I'm out of [?] homes, and [?] through your front
I'm like "Please [?]"
[?] Regime empire to the blood
I bring the fire 'til I lie in the mud
[Chorus: Xta-C]
I comes through, can't see, so heavy
All 15s in my old school Chevy
Exquisite tech, demand the respect
You thought we was finished? You ain't heard nothin' yet
I said I comes through, can't see, so heavy
All 15s in my old school Chevy
Exquisite tech, demand the respect
You thought we was finished? You ain't heard nothin' yet

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I come from a land where the women don't jock and the boys don't block unless you
So heavy in the game and you're moving them things with a big enough bang in the next two
Big money in stocks, and the pill to the Blacks and the Whites and the Mexicans
All I've got is some orange I'm makin' it
Everybody reppin' Kansas City, yes we're from
Missou
And I'ma make this one suitable for you to know who's beautiful when the pen hits the cuticle
Ripped it at Snoop and Ying Yang and Mystikal's and Luda show
Chicks that get loose then I bing-bang when I strip, the whole [?] through the door
Maniac, someone busted the nine with the [?] I missed a show
And demons talkin' 'bout letting the pistol go
He hit the floor, security didn't even hit him and now
God's gonna get him, Allah's gonna rid him now
So heavy, hurry heaven and get me
Swervin' [?] I'm ready
Urban legends and BLEVE
'Bout to bring a new story and they won't bring crumbs
And a king has no glory in his own kingdom 'cause
Everybody's tryna kill him (kill him)
Everybody's tryna take it (take it)
My spot but I never will stop so ain't nobody gon' make it (make it)
Bump this when you ride, hatin' hold up (next)
Tech [?] and a drug I love to do so much (X)
[Chorus: Xta-C]
I comes through, can't see, so heavy
All 15s in my old school Chevy
Exquisite tech, demand the respect
You thought we was finished? You ain't heard nothin' yet
I said I comes through, can't see, so heavy
All 15s in my old school Chevy
Exquisite tech, demand the respect
You thought we was finished? You ain't heard nothin' yet