Tech N9ne Collabos - Midwest Choppers 2 Lyrics
We scoured the globe on a questTo find the most elite, most intricate tongues of all timeCalifornia, New York, Denmark, AustraliaThen a cold wind from the MidwestBrought the hardest, fastest, most accurate tonguesEver heard in our lifetimeThese are the Midwest ChoppersI got a message for any one of you mutha*****in' niggazThat wanna talk 'bout the Mid, MidwestWe dangerous, aim to bust any little nigga with a big, big chestAnybody that wanna be comin' thinkin' they hotterI'm a type of nigga that'll really kill ya for dollas***** everybody that want a piece of a killaFor realla, me and my niggaz will leave you floatin' in a riverSo ***** all you haters, you hear what I saidMy flow a little bit over your headAct like a pencil, I'll fill you with ledIf you afraid, then tell me you scared'Cause I'ma little bit out of my mutha*****in' mindThe hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could *****in' findWho that? Who that? That's me, who that? Who that? K DeanWhen I was comin' up in the game, everybody was tellin' meI really be killin' a lot of you niggaz, I'm mean*****in' with my niggaz D Loc and DalimaThey told me I really gotta be a murderer killer machineI didn't care about nothin' but rappin' my way to the top*****in' with my nigga Tech, he told me I'm hotAnybody got a problem with any one of my niggazI'll pulled out the 9 mill up and to a popBring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flamesAnything that you bring, I'ma tamePuttin' dirt on the top of my namePull back and I click, click, bangAsk Tech, he'll tell you I'm strangeIf you ever wanna talk about meI'ma run up, gun up and leave you with no brainThen you'll know my flow is insaneI be on the West Coast, I be on the East CoastI be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest ChopperEven though I'm all up in the NorthwestAll across the U.S, overseas, Midwest ChoppersAy, 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 musicMurda music, murda musicCome, come get some of this Midwest murda musicMurda music, murda musicLet me hit 'em, when I get 'em, I'ma split 'em, I'ma kill 'emI'm the nigga with the lyrical venom, they get a venomWhen they give me the instrumental, I finish 'em, diminish 'emI guarantee the murda is a minimumBut lately I been givin' 'em hellThey don't really wanna see me, I'm so damn swellCall me a monster, verse designer, first to bomb yaLeathaface pullin' up in that hearse beside yaMurda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murdered 'em allKill 'em all, Krayzie kill 'em all, they fallIt's a lyrical executionWe snap faster, we the rap mastersSqueeze the gat, blast it, if that's how it gots to beSo they better get it ready 'cause I'm heated like an AK 47Spittin' bullet *****in' lyrics out of meWell, that's somethin', that's Crazy JacksonHis amazin' action, stayin' in actionRap singin' at ya, I'm blazin' at yaI'm kinda like an automatic aimin' at yaAnd I don't want a little bit of flame to ashesYou know you really truly insane to madnessYou're never gonna find other niggaz more scandalousThan this Midwest blastin' familyI be on the West Coast, I be on the East CoastI be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest ChopperEven though I'm all up in the NorthwestAll across the U.S, overseas, Midwest ChoppersAy, 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 murdaThe N9ne is now coming to serve yaYou're runnin' but you can't go no furtha'Cause I'm runnin' through you with no sign of inertiaGimme the mic and I bet that you duckIt's what you betta do when I'm bussin'I be flippin', I'm incredibleNever get on my level I'm a killa with the pedal to the medalYou're edible and ya death is so inevitableI can take it to ya momma, ya daddy, the back of a CaddyYou cut up in the sack with a baggy and I wannaTake 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 ammunitionI'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 bestMakin' 'em walk in the businessI get up in it to rip and diminish ya, trip and I finish yaDig it, you really get me livid, I'm 'bout give it a pivotI'ma stick it so we can differ to sinisterI be the chopper that got ya little boppers goin' off usBetter not let me up on the premises'Cause I'm a doctor that's out for the shotaz when I brought yaBe cautious never talk of this nemesisWe on top of the hill when it come to the skillOther rappers are damn jokersThey be givin' the people comedyBut the Techa N9na misery shit is Bram StokerI be on the West Coast, I be on the East CoastI be north, south but I reside on my side, Midwest ChopperEven though I'm all up in the NorthwestAll across the U.S, overseas, Midwest ChoppersAy, 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)
