Текст песни Midwest Choppers 2 - Tech N9ne Collabos
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′
niggaz
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
realla,
me
and
my
niggaz
will
leave
you
floatin′
in
a
river
So
fuck
all
you
haters,
you
hear
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'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
niggaz,
I′m
mean
Fuckin'
with
my
niggaz
D
Loc
and
Dalima
They
told
me
I
really
gotta
be
a
murderer
killer
machine
I
didn′t
care
about
nothin'
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
niggaz
I'll
pulled
out
the
9 mill
up
and
to
a
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,
they
get
a
venom
When
they
give
me
the
instrumental,
I
finish
′em,
diminish
'em
I
guarantee
the
murda
is
a
minimum
But
lately
I
been
givin′
'em
hell
They
don't
really
wanna
see
me,
I′m
so
damn
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
Well,
that′s
somethin',
that′s
Crazy
Jackson
His
amazin'
action,
stayin′
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
truly
insane
to
madness
You're
never
gonna
find
other
niggaz
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
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)
I
am
the
definition
of
murda
The
N9ne
is
now
coming
to
serve
ya
You′re
runnin'
but
you
can't
go
no
furtha
′Cause
I′m
runnin'
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'
everythin′
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′ma
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
Techa
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
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)
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