The only place to be The middle of all end of the Mississippi Welcome to the
Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' the city Where killas keep it crackin', too dark and back In the dizzy jackin' was happenin' gafflin' many Now we packaging crack and the will pop
Kansas City, Missouri feel the of the inner city Poverty novelty spittin', follow me quick Into the bottom, we gotta be No frickin' apology given you trippin' we lick a
You get ready to brawl hometown, breakin' a clown You a criminal, killa be ready to get up and fall on down Look at the dark full of the gangbangin' hookers With choppers and the coppers they keep the thangs
You gotta be killa gangsta to know that you can die Tryna hide sides thangs fo the after the club Get the 'cuz they trippin' off in the mo'
It doesn't matter Where you go, where been Beautiful foreign lands you've in Gun play rains, summer and inside, you should be fine
I'll show you, me Welcome to the
It's a city where anybody can cause you bodily When you walk on my city, hardly Hardly safe to show ya face, will erase With blades, blaze ya fo' the paper
Nowhere to hide on side of the wild, the Gucci The Prada, and the Millimeter follow'll holla, we scream Go get ya things go get you a thing, load it up With hollow, ones light it up like a
at the crime rate, no wonder why I hate niggas Keepin' they people, I'm 'em when you leavin' 'em people The bay take 'em away if it ain't in the day Hurry, get people outta the cage, the Midwest
It's more just a lil' chaotic and if we ain't got it We plottin' of robbin' 'em for chips That'll be the nature of the to keep the peace I keeps my piece when I'm in the
It doesn't really Where you go, you've been foreign lands you've been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you should be
I'll you, follow me to the Midwest
Hands up if ya wit' it, up Did ya get it Midwest? Do ya dig it we the tough, we can get it manned up When ya make a big stress, hella wicked us
Hands up if ya it, stand up Did ya get it Do ya dig it we the shizer? tough, we can get it manned up When ya to the Midwest
If you trippin' we givin' ya a lobotomy, You Hannibal couldn't imagine my Poppin' better be the way ya thinkin' of me Get on top of me, quick 'fore I bring I got on me
Click the money, the mackin', the murder is all that we With the sun and the black on the dirt I'ma me dough Ya maybe the place you can get it for low Get ya package pack it get it and go
Never walk in my city alone better draw down Move the babies out the way, catch a in the K-town Boss in my never crawl, never fall down When the millimeter in ya way, ya betta lay down
Gangsta, mobstas, everybody 'Cuz in the ya wanna clown at the shows, pack the milli 'Cuz everybody silly, so get ready to hit the
It doesn't matter Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign lands been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you will be
Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign you've been in Gun play rains, summer and inside, you will be fine
I'll you, follow me Welcome to the