| C-town's how we ride
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| Chi-town's how we ride
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| Midwest how we ride
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| Come see how we ride
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| Now feel the devistation
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| And unification of the thugs in the middle of the map
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| These niggas finna snap
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| Spit it for niggas that bit it
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| Then give them the buisness they gonna feel it when we jack
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| And be quick with it, be crack
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| Hit it with the lyrical accuracy and harmony I’mma see who
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| I ain’t fuckin' with the Midwest
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| You could try attackin' me and bombin'
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| Me I’mma be spittin' so fast, they wanna ask how he did that?
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| Bone Thugs and we gotta spit a hard flow
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| It’s worthy compitition everywhere that I go
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| But ain’t no messin' with Cleveland or Chicago
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| Ballin' through the hood in a Murcielago
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| Or Gallardo, or Ferrari, or Diablo
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| As long as the car go quick, flow so sick
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| Thought it was drama between Bone and Twista we do it like this
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| I’m from a place, really ain’t safe, Cleveland the birthplace
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| Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty
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| Tim’s in the winter with the j’s in the summer
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| All four season’s we stay workin'
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| Ride with a g'
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| Come and slide with a g'
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| With the true’s on the lac we can ride to the beat
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| Light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me
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| Gotta keep it real to survive in these streets
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| Come see it for your self how live it can be
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| Been walkin' to the chi back down to the d
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| Michigan, illinois, sho-nuff killa boys
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| Standin' on the corner at 10 degrees
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| We got pimps, dope pushers, and petty thieves
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| Crooked ass cops won’t let me breathe
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| All my love for the city won’t let me leave
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| What they expect from me?
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| They want the best from me
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| They gonna get it, yeah
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| I think it’s time we show them bone, how we ride
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| And let everyone know just where we come from Midwest bounce
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| It’s that bounce
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| That make a nigga feel it when he off that ounce
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| Of the mary mary mary
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| Jane
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| We the niggas showin' them different side of thangs
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| Never seen a nigga that switched the rhyme this way
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| Now everybody run and flip they style today
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| Yup it’s kinda strange but
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| A nigga got to give it up to the Midwest
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| Who made 'em pick up the page before they get left
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| Get a little bit of Twista and hit that
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| Roll it up with some bone thug sit back
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| Just feel the vibe
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| And ya never let a player hater kill ya high
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| With this shit we be spittin' we gon' steal ya mind
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| Once again it’s the Midwest side (West-side)
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| You can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here
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| Nigga Midwest where the weed ain’t the best but we came up
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| Now we get flew from the West coast, (West coast baby)
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| We flow fast
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| So many words in one bar
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| We spit it, rap it, nigga better go hard
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| Who the underdogs
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| The West done done it
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| The East done done it
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| The South hard
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| They keep it togather, (together)
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| On the same level
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| Midwest got the weapons
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| It’s ours here them thugsta’s, no care
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| We like to fight, (fight)
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| On the West we get right, (right)
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| In the East it’s about they favorite night
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| In the South it’s whatever ya like |