Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midwest Choppers 2, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 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 |