The real place to be The middle of all West end of the to the Midwest
Pistol packin' and mackin' rappin' about the city Where keep it crackin', too dark and gritty back In the dizzy was happenin' gafflin' many cacklin' Now we packaging crack and the will pop
Kansas City, Missouri feel the of the inner city stricken novelty spittin', follow me quick Into the bottom, we gotta be No frickin' apology you trippin' we lick a shot
You get ready to brawl hometown, breakin' a jawbone You ain't a criminal, killa be to get up and fall on down Look at the dark side full of the gangbangin' choppers and the coppers they keep the thangs rangin'
You ain't gotta be killa gangsta to know you can die Tryna hide thangs fo the dough after the club Get the skippin' 'cuz they off in the mo'
It doesn't really Where you go, where been Beautiful foreign lands been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you should be
I'll show you, me Welcome to the
It's a city anybody can cause you bodily harm When you on my city, hardly armed safe to show ya face, apes will erase With blades, blaze ya fo' the paper
Nowhere to hide on side of the wild, the Gucci The Prada, Krizz and the Millimeter holla, we scream Go get ya some go get you a thing, load it up With hollow, ones light it up a halogen
at the crime rate, no wonder why I hate niggas Keepin' they people, I'm seekin' 'em when you 'em people The bay they'll 'em away if it ain't in the day Hurry, get your outta the cage, the Midwest
It's more than just a lil' chaotic and if we got it We of robbin' 'em for they chips That'll be the of the beast to keep the peace I keeps my when I'm in the Midwest
It doesn't really Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign lands you've in Gun play rains, and shine inside, you should be fine
I'll show you, me to the Midwest
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 Damn tough, we can get it up ya welcome to the Midwest
If you trippin' we ya a lobotomy, cannibal You Hannibal couldn't my psychology Poppin' be the way ya thinkin' 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 the sun and the black on the dirt I'ma 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 alone better draw down Move the babies out the way, catch a stray in the in my city never crawl, never fall down When the millimeter spray in ya way, ya lay down
Gangsta, mobstas, everybody 'Cuz in the town ya wanna Around at the shows, the milli everybody silly, so get ready to hit the flo'
It doesn't really Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign you've been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you will be
Where you go, where been Beautiful lands you've been in Gun rains, summer and shine Stay inside, you be fine
I'll you, follow me to the Midwest