Midwest Choppers 2

We scoured the globe on a quest
To find the most elite, most intricate tongues of all time
California, New York, Denmark, Australia

Then a cold wind from the Midwest
Brought the hardest, fastest, most accurate tongues
Ever heard in our lifetime
These are the Midwest Choppers

I got a message for any one of you muthafuckin' niggaz
That wanna talk 'bout the Mid, Midwest
We dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big, big chest

Anybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotter
I'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas
Fuck everybody that want a piece of a killa
For realla, me and my niggaz will leave you floatin' in a river

So fuck all you haters, you hear what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with led
If you afraid, then tell me you scared

'Cause I'ma little bit out of my muthafuckin' mind
The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could fuckin' find
Who that? Who that? That's me, who that? Who that? K Dean

When I was comin' up in the game, everybody was tellin' me
I really be killin' a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean
Fuckin' with my niggaz D Loc and Dalima
They told me I really gotta be a murderer killer machine

I didn't care about nothin' but rappin' my way to the top
Fuckin' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hot
Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz
I'll pulled out the 9 mill up and to a pop

Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames
Anything that you bring, I'ma tame
Puttin' dirt on the top of my name
Pull back and I click, click, bang

Ask Tech, he'll tell you I'm strange
If you ever wanna talk about me
I'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain
Then you'll know my flow is insane

I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(You can't touch us)
Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(Yeah, Midwest Choppers)

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(You can't touch us)
Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music
Murda music, murda music
Come, come get some of this Midwest murda music
Murda music, murda music

Let me hit 'em, when I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'em
I'm the nigga with the lyrical venom, they get a venom
When they give me the instrumental, I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee the murda is a minimum

But lately I been givin' 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swell
Call me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb ya
Leathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside ya

Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em all
Kill 'em all, Krayzie kill 'em all, they fall
It's a lyrical execution

We snap faster, we the rap masters
Squeeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to be
So they better get it ready 'cause I'm heated like an AK 47
Spittin' bullet fuckin' lyrics out of me

Well, that's somethin', that's Crazy Jackson
His amazin' action, stayin' in action
Rap singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at ya
I'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at ya

And I don't want a little bit of flame to ashes
You know you really truly insane to madness
You're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalous
Than this Midwest blastin' family

I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(You can't touch us)
Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(Yeah, Midwest Choppers)

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(You can't touch us)
Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(Nigga, Midwest Choppers)

I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're runnin' but you can't go no furtha
'Cause I'm runnin' through you with no sign of inertia

Gimme the mic and I bet that you duck
It's what you betta do when I'm bussin'
I be flippin', I'm incredible
Never get on my level I'm a killa with the pedal to the medal
You're edible and ya death is so inevitable

I can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, the back of a Caddy
You cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wanna
Take it out and make it patty, you gotta be patty
'Cause that'll be bad if you decide to mad, is you gonna?

You can listen to me and see I'm the nigga with the ammunition
I'm givin' the livin' a vision of death, makin' 'em sick and depressed
'Cause I be givin' everythin'
I'm a rebel and I'm still with the quick and the best

Makin' 'em walk in the business
I get up in it to rip and diminish ya, trip and I finish ya
Dig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivot
I'ma stick it so we can differ to sinister

I be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off us
Better not let me up on the premises
'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought ya
Be cautious never talk of this nemesis

We on top of the hill when it come to the skill
Other rappers are damn jokers
They be givin' the people comedy
But the Techa N9na misery shit is Bram Stoker

I be on the West Coast, I be on the East Coast
I be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest Chopper
Even though I'm all up in the Northwest
All across the U.S, overseas, Midwest Choppers

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(You can't touch us)
Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(Yeah, Midwest Choppers)

Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(You can't touch us)
Ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh, ay, oh
(Nigga, Midwest)