Welcome to punk, we deep rooted in this You know I'm sayin' KCMO, KCK, you know I'm sayin' That's how we do it, N9ne in this place to produce a record, say what
Welcome to misery the killers pop it up When I say pop it up I mean it at the turn of the gun We can do it if anybody want it, the rapper niggas They clappin' up and now they tell
Misery company so we done with thee when it be energy sendin' me the route My negativity wit me, you runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran mouth, mouth
We can sing or we can It no game we untamed it's fame or we can aim Release your brains, it ain't no (Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm We livin' in pain and it's a That you came and got And man, stay in your lane (Midwest Choppers)
We can sing or we can It no game we untamed it's fame or we can aim Release your brains, it no thing (Midwest Choppers)
You what I'm sayin' We in pain and it's a shame That you came and got And listen man stay in lane (Midwest Choppers)
the witness to murderers monologue of a minute Come out of a formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can it wicked Twisted and you can see by the of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it, it Definitely the people see I got the hang of it Pig you try to make a mockery of a city who Pock 'em and 'em why can't you get it, we dangerous
to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little with it Get the chopper like a fully' ya bully a hoodie Soon to get up and take him out or split with it
Well the answer is right before eyes Who do you despise? Killers who you We gotta you, pop you partner, you gawfin' Get up outta the way Techa N9ne be bustin'
Gotta give it up I'm a like Edison I'ma 'em up and get in your head again I'm than ever, never let 'em feather Invest it, be fed it it separated
Hit the mic and then we buy a little medicine (Choppa, Choppa, Choppa) Automatic the ammunition Killin' the competition know it nobody (Hotta, Hotta, Hotta) Damagin' everythin' and you know we on a mission
to me, how can I make you understand I'm a general? Even if you poppin' the competition in Can't see the And you can bet we criminal
The thing inside of me on tellin' me when to go So I'ma keep reppin' the Midwest Choppers flows And I'm about to be up on top of this and be bustin' Beggin' for mercy you punk I givin' you nothin', nothin'
We can or we can bang It ain't no we untamed Whether it's or we can aim your brains, it ain't no thing (Midwest Choppers)
You what I'm sayin' We livin' in pain and it's a you came and got drained And listen man, stay in lane (Midwest Choppers)
We can or we can bang It no game we untamed Whether it's or we can aim Release your brains, it ain't no (Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm We in pain and it's a shame you came and got drained And listen man, stay in your (Midwest Choppers)
Never worry we be the best somebody take the bite Ain't talkin' about women, I'm about paper Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already They're wounded, competition would for sure
The killa must be like a fully brettin' made company Tough with or the Baretta tucked right under my sweater And we it in the lot where the blood of my killas Be keepin' the apartment, partner you tight but my are better
We keep a chopper like a blender eatin' boys up for The will chop your hands of and throw 'em out the window We're too critical for you well walkin' away lookin' so ridiculed Why we be the number one contenders
When come to the street whats the post on the block For the killa I'ma liftin' my middle up to the cop So on the way to the studio we go makin' another hot track They be lovin the way that we spin it when we try commentin'
And approach to the of a soldier My opposition is the my future I split like atomic and anybody MOY I'ma fond of Me and my killer guerrillas willin' 'cause the corner boys
They to battle 'cause they want our position But ain't never gettin' in it, because the music is bigger here Like I told you we're number one competitors We'll with them to the top And then we'll stop till get the millions
In the hone of the century they been the limbo Chemistry you can never with them Thinkin' inside that they be as a mean ever polite
You can try to read us, you can try to us Try to get your speed up but it ain't gon' 'Cause after we get bendin' there gon' be no laughter We takin' over the network, N9ne is the master, master
We can or we can bang It ain't no game we it's fame or we can aim Release brains, it ain't no thing (Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm We livin' in pain and it's a you came and got drained And listen man, stay in lane (Midwest Choppers)
We can or we can bang It no game we untamed Whether fame or we can aim your brains, it ain't no thing (Midwest Choppers)
You heard I'm sayin' We livin' in and it's a shame That you and got drained And listen man, stay in your (Midwest Choppers)
(Yelling my out loud) I get to the city, get the cane Holla brain 'cause I'm a disaster get ready, get decibel comin' atcha Leave 'em in a predicament I'm a style master
And I'm impressionable now, so ya know I make 'em 'cause I'm best with the flow Whenever you wanna flex, we can go, stressin' your code And I'd make you dance on the floor
Midwest's gonna flow like, she'll flow with the strike 'Cause the is the bomb I can that you fascinated by the way we rhyme And we glow like with the more with the fire
Baby, now you to say it off 'Cause I'm sippin' on and bustin' Like your sendin' enemy's now Irritated with the haters be comin' around So I kick it a brother but with a African style
Meetin' with I' really sure so, I'm too sick for a cure so And no for a doctor my bod won't work Late in makin' yo nerves straight 'cause they ya down when I popped ya, now
Let's take a trip to the back of your guilt Strange with the mettle to ill skill outnumber howlin' with the bro's was real screwed Get down 'cause the talks could be farce and big
Talk with it, let me act you get tough with it When they talk, come out of truck's there's crane's, you know Killers be devoted to leavin' yo bodies smokin'
But you can't get down, what is it? An exchange problem 'Cause whenever I'm bustin' like a full heart stopper Dalima, Tech N9ne, with D-Loc Rippin' up with the flow 'cause we Midwest
We can or we can bang It ain't no we untamed it's fame or we can aim Release brains, it ain't no thing (Midwest Choppers)
You heard what I'm We livin' in pain and it's a That you and got drained And listen man, in your lane (Midwest Choppers)
We can or we can bang It no game we untamed it's fame or we can aim Release your brains, it no thing (Midwest Choppers)
You heard I'm sayin' We in pain and it's a shame That you and got drained And man, stay in your lane
Nigga you better act right, get right 'Cause I'm the baddest hookin' up with the fastest bad-ass's Hit you the lyrical, lyrical miracle whip incredible to knock the head of a several
Diggy, diggy down piggy found At the c-c-clownin' house Is bound for your diggy, diggy, diggy And if you lookin' for the it can be found With the nigga wearin' the crown, are you with me?
And you hear it then nigga then zip it De-zip it, make you want to your pivot we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it And if they wont' hear it then go live and forgive and forget it,
I write and babblin' on or rapplin' off at the mouth we travelin' when were diggin' it I'll speakin' the things that I'll be doin' Couple a scoop and I pop my mouth free
But the road you and you and you And I can with the drop of the Caribou And if they see me pop and still with you and you And I won't hesitate to chop you until you, they do with you?
And if you lookin' for the betterer the betterer to You got the gun for fun And if you throw people some attitude you attack 'em on the check-amo, they putting down the gun
That Dalima is a chopper, a chopper That Tech a chopper Kaliko knock your block off You never see it and hit you we gonna get runner, we walk off
'Cause is than breath we want And we come in headhuntin' But we won't till we get to the top Givin' the way that we're Chop, ya
music bitch, seven years of excellence T on T and N, 9 and E, real bitch Now from us to you, N9ne collabo's to Misery Loves Company, and for all the haters Fuckin' peasants, you, mother fucker, figure it out