Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midwest Choppers 2 , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 02.09.2010
Song language: English
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' 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' a lot 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 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 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 U. S |
| 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 U. S |
| Overseas, Midwest Choppers |