[Verse 1: E-Skool]
Yeah, land of the scrilly
Liquors, ghettos and villies
Cannin' [?] with choppers
Killers carrying them pillies
It ain't for y'all to see but n***as get silly
Motivated by money, n***as chacing them millies
Seven one is the strip, trappers hustling hard
Taking chances with life, rolling on boulevard
We pull your whole card, if you getting out of line
Pull the thing on him like Strange, make you feel alive
I'm bloody with the Calico, I be on my block
Four [?] stuntin' man, just another grave plot
KC, we get it in
Reap for the Benjamans
[?] I hear you pack it and we in the wind
No time for small talk, messy n***as get caught
If you ain't tryna get on my level homie just walk
E-Skool, Highland, that's where I'm from
Hustle in my blood, answer this, do you got some?

[Chorus: Jerita Streater]
Killa City, stand up and get paper
Killa City, blam back if you make us
Killa City, damn tough on you fakers
This is Kansas City, this is Kansas City
Killa City, stand up and get paper
Killa City, blam back if you make us
Killa City, damn tough on you fakers
This is Kansas City, this is Kansas City
[Verse 2: The Popper]
This is KC, Missouri, that I stand on
Anything potential doing classic got my hands on
In a damn zone, y'all can't bump me out of this
[?] shit authentic for my town, I ain't about to switch
I talks a lot of shit, I backs it up inside a verse
Killa City's what I claim untill I'm dead inside a hearse
[?] the fireworks, you don't wanna see the show
Yo, when you [?], left [?] like you're heater hoes
Eat a hole inside a rapper like a shark bit him
Popper expose every square inch of a mark in him
All white [?] T, jeans, black denim
Killa goon squad, see me [?] so I [?] with them
I may be 1 6, I'm 91 3rd
Get your ass fucked up for saying one word
Bust one served, eat for a whole week
Killa City be the day I [?], you know me

[Verse 3: Paul Mussan]
5150 killers, City cap all blue
Fuck with a n***a, get played if you want to
Killa City n***as blaze when they want to
Get your middle snatched out like a fruit loop
I'm in that new Coupe, goons on that loop juice
I scream landmark that, I don't do truce
I don't lie to nobody, I am that truth
Attitude, think I got a couple screws loose
I'm a dog ass n***a, so I hella woof
Get a bitch looking up, make her swallow goons
Make your jaw hit your lap when I'm in the booth
Bust back, make it clap if I'm feeling loose
Fuck you too, my crew's hundred proof
And my bitch and my whip got a hundred too
I would never run boy, I would rather shoot
I used to be cool, se what Killa City do?
[Chorus: Jerita Streater]
Killa City, stand up and get paper
Killa City, blam back if you make us
Killa City, damn tough on you fakers
This is Kansas City, this is Kansas City
Killa City, stand up and get paper
Killa City, blam back if you make us
Killa City, damn tough on you fakers
This is Kansas City, this is Kansas City

[Verse 4: Kutt Calhoun]
Lo and behold, the Kansas City Chief
From making them means lifting the whole city off its feet
Should have never left the gate open, the animal is loose
I'm a hundred miles and gunning, and I'll be coming with the Deuce
You would move if you n***as knew, how could I explain?
How the blue teamed with Suwoo, fuckin' up the game
From he Deuce Click syndicate, full life membership
Homie, Killa City taking the bullfight into this
With no mountains or palm trees, we clowning
Ain't no telling where you can be found in the city of fountains
It could be across the river, the borough of Staten Island
We call it Scandalous Kansas where bodies keep on amountin'
You might catch a stray in the middle of the day
Got the north and the southside Deuces in the tray
Eastside Blue Valley, west bottom SA
Said the polls get you quick, so be careful where you lay my n***a
And you can consider this a pre-warning
Come visit the most vivid spot to belong in
Smack dab in the middle, the trees and weeds only
But keep on thinkin' Dorothy and Toto and we'll show you villain
I'm representin' the heart of the MO-town
Harder than most clowns, get it started with no crown
It's Bloody Kutty muthafucka, you know now
B-walkin' and walkin' with WOOF, I'm so hound
[Chorus: Jerita Streater]
Killa City, stand up and get paper
Killa City, blam back if you make us
Killa City, damn tough on you fakers
This is Kansas City, this is Kansas City
Killa City, stand up and get paper
Killa City, blam back if you make us
Killa City, damn tough on you fakers
This is Kansas City, this is Kansas City