Ric Jilla, C-Mob - Middle of the Map lyrics

We dem boys from the middle of the map
We-we-we-we dem boys from the
Middle of the map
Hating on the middle that'll
Get your boy clapped

What you know about the truth did I
Whatchu know about the Hoosier state
If you come around here thinking
That you could run, shit
Then you're about to lose your weight
I've been watching every move ya make
Real recognize who's a fake
All I do is love pissing and learn
To take you then your heart
Could rеally use a cake
Love thе land of the folks and lords
Send a quip of them vocal chords
Anyone who wanna try to run up on me then
Their bodies ending up in the local morgue
No need for introduction
Walk in and get to dumping
You know them boys from the middle
Of the midwest always into something
Everybody up in Indiana who've
Been putting ya down
Getting sick of being slept on
All of these fake rapping nose hella having
Clowns are about to get stepped on
Fuck the industries been too scamming
Hungry like I've been through famine
Let me show you how Indiana put
It down from Mary into Hammond

We-we-we-we dem boys from the
Middle of the map
Hating on the middle that'll
Get your boy clapped

Aye look I'm at the badass middle nigga
Bring pain with the mic or the pistol nigga
Fuck a battle rap if you diss on the track
Than a mothafucka gon come get you nigga
Them times with the HMD
Mothafuckas know not to play with me
Mind your mouth nigga watch your tongue
Better watch when the mothafucka sang with me
Split his head fuck what he said
Send it up through boys ain't scared
Where be at? Them boys right there
Broad day them boys don't care
Swisher kill nigga that's my name
Upgrade boy that's my game
Frozen water yeah that's my chain
Pills and perp aye that's my thang
Ask the streets nigga I'mma beast
Packing heats and raping beats
Hennessy this swisher sweet r-IC from IN-D
Side to side nigga front to back
Niggas hate but can't fuck with that
Nigga we them boy from the middle of the map

We-we-we-we dem boys from the
Middle of the map
Hating on the middle that'll
Get your boy clapped

Ever since I was ill I've been hell and I'm
Getting more devilish even as I get older
Since I live in the middle I spit well
My lyrics are relevant and
They will get colder
I'mma be the one having monopolies and
Properties the pigs ain't stopping me
I make the haters all pause like apostrophes
They full of shit like colostomies
Odd to me that you claiming that
You greater with the flow
Diss a pro right up in the
Head or from the go
I will flow, let it go, get it for the dough
Get your show wet and then
I'm hitting for the more
All the haters and perpetrators who get
Together jacked into the jaw
They can all get dealt with
In an orderly fashion i get to blasting
When my anger's unmanageable I
Just can't help it i'mma slow killa cope
With a show still
The pussy hole filler and I'm
About to get more skrilla

So think when you step to us
I got sixteen rounds huddled at the bus
So you better come heated with
A hell of a weapon
To wage war if you wanna get the best of us
We-we-we-we dem boys from the
Middle of the map
Hating on the middle that'll
Get your boy clapped

Yeah marion Indiana
Hammond Indiana
Land from the 7-6-5 to the 3-1-9
C-Mob and Ric Jilla
They can't sleep on us forever
Especially when we making so much noise