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