| The only real place to be
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| The middle of all controversy
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| West, yes, of the Mississippi
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| Welcome to the Midwest
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| Pistol packin' and money mackin'
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| Rappin' up out the city where killaz keep it crackin'
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| Too dark and gritty, back in the dizzy
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| Jackin' was happenin'
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| Gafflin' many cacklin'
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| Now we packagin' crack and the addicts will POP
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| Kansas City, Missouri
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| Feel the fury of the inner city
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| Poverty stricken, novelty spittin'
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| Follow me quick into the bottom
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| We gotta be thizzlin'
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| No frickin apology given
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| You trippin', we lick a SHOT
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| Get ready to brawl, hometown
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| Breakin' a jawbone clown
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| You ain’t a criminal killa
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| Be ready to get up and fall on down
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| Look at the darkside
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| Fulla the gangbangin'
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| Hookers wit' choppas
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| And the coppaz they keep them thangs rangin'
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| You ain’t gotta be killa gangsta to know
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| That you can die tryna hide side thangs for the dough
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| But after the club, get to skippin' 'cause they trippin' off in the MO
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| It doesn’t really matter where you go
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| Where you’ve been
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| Beautiful foreign lands you’ve been in
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| Gun play reigns
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| Sun rays shine
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| Stay inside you should be fine
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| I’ll show you, follow me
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| Wel-come to the mid-west
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| It’s a city where anybody can 'cause you bodily harm
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| When you walk in my city hardly armed
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| And hardly safe to show your face
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| Apes will erase you and let the blades graze you for the paper
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| Nowhere to hide on either side of the water
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| For Gucci and Prada
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| Krizz and the millimeter will follow ya
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| Holler and scream, it won’t get you a thing
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| So get you a thing, load it up wit' hollow ones
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| Light 'em up like a halogen
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| Look at the crime rate
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| No wonder why I hate
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| Niggas keep it peepin'
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| I’m seekin' it when you leavin' 'em
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| Keep 'em at bay
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| And take 'em away if it ain’t in the day
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| Hurry get ya people up outta the K
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| The Mid (west) is more than just a little chaotic
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| And if we ain’t got it we plottin' 'em to rob 'em for they checks
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| That be the nature of the beast, to keep the peace
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| I keep my piece when you in the midwest
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| It doesn’t really matter where you go
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| Where you’ve been
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| Beautiful foreign lands you’ve been in
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| Gun play reigns
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| Sun rays shine
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| Stay inside you should be fine
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| I’ll show you, follow me
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| Wel-come to the mid-west
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| Hands up, if you wit' it stand up
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| If ya get it Midwest, we admit it we the scheiße
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| Stand tough, we can get it manned up
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| When you visit, big stress hella when you recognize us
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| Hands up, it you wit' it stand up
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| If ya get it Midwest, we admit it we the scheiße
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| Stand tough, we can get it manned up
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| When you visit (wel-come to the mid-west)
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| If you trippin' we givin' you a lobotomy
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| Cannibal, you Hannibal can’t amount to my psychology
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| And poppin' me better be the way you thinkin' of stoppin' me
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| Get on top of me quick before I make what I got on me click
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| Money, the mackin' and murder is all that we know
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| Whether sunny or black in the dirt I’ma gather my dough
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| If you hustlin' maybe the place you can get it for low
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| Get your package, and get to packin', gotta get it and go."
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| Never walk in my city when alone better draw down
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| Keep them babies out the way
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| Catch a stray in the K-Town
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| Boss in my city
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| Never crawl, never fall down
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| Me and Millimeter spray in your way and you better lay down
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| Gangstas, mobstas, everybody know
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| 'Cause in a town ya wanna clown around at the show
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| Pack a milli 'cause everybody silly
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| So get ready to hit the flo'
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| It doesn’t really matter where you go
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| Where you’ve been
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| Beautiful foreign lands you’ve been in
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| Gun play reigns
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| Sun rays shine
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| Stay inside you will be fine
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| Where you go
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| Where you’ve been
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| Beautiful foreign lands you’ve been in
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| Gun play reigns
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| Sun rays shine
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| Stay inside you will be fine
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| I’ll show you follow me…
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| Wel-come to the mid-west! |