The real place to be The middle of all West end of the Welcome to the
Pistol and money mackin' rappin' about the city Where killas keep it crackin', too and gritty back In the dizzy was happenin' gafflin' many cacklin' Now we packaging and the addict will pop
City, Missouri feel the fury of the inner city Poverty stricken spittin', follow me quick Into the bottom, we be thizzin' No frickin' apology you trippin' we lick a shot
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 side of the gangbangin' hookers With choppers and the coppers they the thangs rangin'
You gotta be killa gangsta to know that you can die Tryna sides thangs fo the dough after the club Get the skippin' 'cuz trippin' off in the mo'
It doesn't matter Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign you've been in Gun play rains, summer and inside, you should be fine
I'll show you, me Welcome to the
It's a city anybody can cause you bodily harm When you walk on my city, armed Hardly safe to ya face, apes will erase With lethal blades, ya fo' the paper
to hide on either side of the wild, the Gucci The Prada, Krizz and the follow'll holla, we scream Go get ya things go get you a thing, load it up With hollow, light it up like a halogen
Look at the crime rate, no wonder why I hate Keepin' people, I'm seekin' '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
more than just a lil' chaotic and if we ain't got it We of robbin' 'em for they chips That'll be the nature of the to keep the peace I my piece when I'm in the Midwest
It really matter Where you go, where been Beautiful foreign lands been in Gun play rains, and shine Stay inside, you should be
show you, follow me Welcome to the
Hands up if ya wit' it, up Did ya get it Do ya dig it we the shizer? tough, we can get it manned up When ya make a big stress, hella wicked us
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 to the Midwest
If you we givin' ya a lobotomy, cannibal You couldn't imagine my psychology better be the way ya thinkin' of stoppin' me Get on top of me, quick I bring what I got on me
Click the money, the mackin', the is all that we know With the sun and the black on the dirt I'ma me dough Ya hustlin' the place you can get it for low Get ya package it gotta get it and go
walk in my city when alone better draw down Move the babies out the way, catch a in the K-town Boss in my city never crawl, never down When the spray in ya way, ya betta lay down
Gangsta, mobstas, everybody 'Cuz in the town ya clown Around at the shows, pack the 'Cuz everybody silly, so get to hit the flo'
It doesn't matter Where you go, where been foreign lands you've been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you will be
Where you go, where been Beautiful foreign you've been in Gun play rains, and shine Stay inside, you will be
I'll you, follow me Welcome to the