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)