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