Tech N9ne, K-Dean, Krayzie Bone - Midwest Choppers 2 lyrics

Krayzie Bone [Anthony Henderson]

[Tech N9ne, K-Dean, Krayzie Bone - Midwest Choppers 2 lyrics]

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' niggas
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 real, me and my niggas will leave
You floatin' in a river
So fuck all you haters, you heard what I said
My flow a little bit over your head
Act like a pencil, I'll fill you with lead
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' all of you niggas
I'm mean'
Fuckin' with my niggas D-Loc and Dalima
They told me, 'I be really gotta be
A murderin' killin' machine'
I didn't care about nothing 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 niggas
I’ll pull out the 9 mill I betchu it'll 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 US 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
Finna get up in them
When they give me the instrumental
I finish 'em, diminish 'em
I guarantee that murda is a minimum
But lately I been givin' 'em hell
They don't really wanna see me
I'm servin' 'em 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
Then they tell 'em, that’s crazy, Jackson
He’s amazin' actually, stay in action
Rap singin' at ya, I brings it at you
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 never really find another
Niggas 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 US overseas, Midwest Choppers

I am the definition of murda
The N9ne is now coming to serve ya
You're running but you can't go no furtha
'Cause, I'm running 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 mama, ya daddy's
In the back of a caddy
You cut up when the sack in the back of you
I wanna take it out and make it patty
You gotta be batty
'Cause that’ll be bad if you
Decide to get 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' everything
I'm a rebel and I'm still with
The quick and the best
Makin' a mark 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 dip into 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 Tecca 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 US overseas, Midwest Choppers

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