The real place to be The of all controversy end of the Mississippi Welcome to the
Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' about the killas keep it crackin', too dark and gritty 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 the bottom, we gotta be thizzin' No frickin' apology you trippin' we lick a shot
You get to brawl hometown, breakin' a jawbone clown You a criminal, killa be ready to get up and fall on down Look at the dark side full of the gangbangin' With choppers and the coppers they keep the rangin'
You ain't gotta be killa to know that you can die Tryna hide sides thangs fo the dough after the Get the skippin' 'cuz trippin' off in the mo'
It really matter Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign lands you've in Gun play rains, and shine Stay inside, you be fine
I'll show you, me to the Midwest
It's a city where anybody can cause you harm When you walk on my city, hardly Hardly safe to show ya face, will erase With lethal blades, 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 some things go get you a thing, it up With hollow, ones light it up like a
Look at the crime rate, no wonder why I hate Keepin' they people, I'm seekin' 'em when you leavin' 'em The bay they'll take 'em away if it in the day Hurry, get your outta the cage, the Midwest
It's more than just a chaotic and if we ain't got it We of robbin' 'em for they chips be the nature of the beast to keep the peace I my piece when I'm in the Midwest
It really matter you go, where 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
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 recognize us
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 to the Midwest
If you trippin' we givin' ya a lobotomy, You Hannibal couldn't my psychology better be the way ya thinkin' of stoppin' me Get on top of me, 'fore I bring what I got on me
Click the money, the mackin', the murder is all we know the sun and the black on the dirt I'ma gather me dough Ya hustlin' the place you can get it for low Get ya package it gotta get it and go
Never walk in my city when alone draw down Move the babies out the way, catch a stray in the in my city never crawl, never fall down When the spray in ya way, ya betta lay down
Gangsta, mobstas, knows 'Cuz in the town ya clown at the shows, pack the milli 'Cuz everybody silly, so get ready to hit the
It really matter Where you go, where you've Beautiful lands you've been in Gun rains, summer and shine inside, you will be fine
Where you go, you've been foreign lands you've been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you will be
I'll show you, me Welcome to the