Lyrics Midwest Choppers 2 - Tech N9ne Collabos feat. K-Dean & Krayzie Bone
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NEWS
HISTORY
SPORTS
SCREEN
LAW
TECH
X
META
Genius
/Beta
Midwest
Choppers
IITech
N9neTech′s
second
master
delivery
MC
posse
of
the
Midwest;
includes
fellow
Kansas
City
native
K-Dean
and
rap
veteran
Krayzie
Bone
from
Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony,
famous
for
their
rapid
delivery
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
led
If
you
afraid,
Then
tell
me
you
scared
Cause
I′mma
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
muderer
killin
machine'
I
didn′t
care
about
nothing
but
rappin
my
way
to
the
top
Fuckin
with
my
nigga
Tech,
cause
I'm
really
hot
Anybody
got
a
problem
with
any
one
of
my
niggas
I'll
pulled
out
the
9 milli
up
to
a
pop
Bring
the
heat,
Bring
the
noise,
Bring
the
flames
Anything
that
you
bring,
I′mma
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′mma
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′mma
split
′em,
I'mma
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
the
murda
music
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,
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
Well
that's
somethin,
That′s
crazy,
Jackson
He′s
amazin
action,
Stay
in
action
Rap
singin
at
ya,
I'm
blazin
at
ya
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
truely
insane
to
madness
You′re
never
gonna
find
other
niggas
more
scandalous
Than
this
Midwest
blastin
family
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
momma,
Ya
daddy,
The
back
of
a
caddy
You
cut
up
in
the
sack
with
a
baggy
and
I
wanna...
Take
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
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
′em
walk
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'mma
stick
it
so
we
can
differ
to
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
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