The real place to be The of all controversy end of the Mississippi Welcome to the
Pistol packin' and mackin' rappin' about the city Where killas keep it crackin', too dark and back In the dizzy jackin' was gafflin' many cacklin' Now we packaging crack and the addict pop
Kansas City, Missouri the fury of the inner city Poverty stricken novelty spittin', follow me the bottom, we gotta be thizzin' No frickin' apology given you we lick a shot
You get ready to brawl hometown, breakin' a jawbone You ain't a criminal, killa be to get up and fall on down Look at the dark side full of the hookers With choppers and the coppers they keep the rangin'
You ain't gotta be gangsta to know that you can die Tryna sides thangs fo the dough after the club Get the skippin' 'cuz they off in the mo'
It doesn't matter Where you go, where you've Beautiful lands you've been in Gun play rains, summer and Stay inside, you should be
show you, follow me Welcome to the
a city where anybody can cause you bodily harm When you on my city, hardly armed Hardly safe to show ya face, will erase With lethal blades, ya fo' the paper
Nowhere to hide on side of the wild, the Gucci The Prada, Krizz and the follow'll holla, we scream Go get ya things go get you a thing, load it up With hollow, ones light it up like a
Look at the crime rate, no why I hate niggas Keepin' they people, I'm seekin' 'em when you leavin' 'em The bay they'll take 'em away if it in the day Hurry, get your outta the cage, the Midwest
It's more than just a lil' and if we ain't got it We plottin' of 'em for they chips That'll be the nature of the beast to keep the I keeps my piece I'm in the Midwest
It really matter Where you go, you've been Beautiful foreign lands been in Gun play rains, and shine inside, you should be fine
I'll show you, me Welcome to the
Hands up if ya it, stand up Did ya get it Midwest? Do ya dig it we the Damn tough, we can get it up When ya a big stress, hella wicked recognize us
up if ya wit' it, stand up Did ya get it Do ya dig it we the shizer? tough, we can get it manned up When ya welcome to the
If you trippin' we givin' ya a lobotomy, You Hannibal imagine my psychology Poppin' better be the way ya thinkin' of me Get on top of me, quick 'fore I what I got on me
Click the money, the mackin', the murder is all that we With the sun and the black on the dirt I'ma me dough Ya hustlin' the place you can get it for low Get ya package pack it get it and go
Never walk in my city when better draw down Move the babies out the way, catch a stray in the Boss in my city never crawl, never down When the millimeter in ya way, ya betta lay down
Gangsta, mobstas, knows 'Cuz in the town ya clown Around at the shows, the milli 'Cuz everybody silly, so get ready to hit the
It really matter Where you go, where been Beautiful foreign lands been in Gun play rains, and shine Stay inside, you will be
Where you go, where been Beautiful lands you've been in Gun rains, summer and shine Stay inside, you be fine
I'll you, follow me to the Midwest