K-Dean - Midwest Choppers 2 lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1-K-Dean] I got a message for any one of you muthaf**in n***as That wanna talk 'bout the Mid-Midwest We dangerous, aim to bust any little n***a with a big-big chest Anybody that wanna be comin thinkin they hotter I'm a type of n***a that'll really k** ya for dollas f** everybody that want a piece of a k**a For real, me and my n***as will leave you floatin in a river So f** 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 Imma little bit out of my muthaf**in mind The hardest rapper that Tecca N9na could f**in 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 k**in a lot of you n***as, I'm mean" f**in with my n***as D-Loc and Dalima They told me, "I really gotta be a muderer k**in machine" I didn't care about nothing but rappin my way to the top f**in with my n***a Tech, he told me I'm hot Anybody got a problem with any one of my n***as I'll pulled out the nine milli up and to a pop Bring the heat, bring the noise, bring the flames Anything that you bring, Imma 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 Imma run up, gun up and leave you with no brain Then you'll know my flow is insane [Hook-Tech N9ne] 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 (n***a, Midwest Choppers) [Verse 2-Krayzie Bone] 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, Imma split 'em, Imma k** 'em I'm the n***a with the lyrical venom, finna get up in them 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, k** 'em all Krayzie k** '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 f**in 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 n***as more scandalous Than this Midwest blastin famly [Hook-Tech N9ne] 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 (n***a, Midwest Choppers) [Verse 3-Tech N9ne] 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 k**a with the pedal to the medal You're edible and ya d**h 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 n***a with the ammunition I'm givin the livin a vision of d**h 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 Imma 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 shotas when I brought ya Be cautious never talk of this nemesis We on top of the hill when it come to the sk** Other rappers are damn jokers They be givin the people comedy But the Tecca Nina misery sh** is Bram Stoker [Hook-Tech N9ne] 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 (n***a, Midwest Choppers)