Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Stimme und Gesang
K-Dean
K-Dean
Stimme und Gesang
Krizz Kaliko
Krizz Kaliko
Stimme und Gesang
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aaron Yates
Aaron Yates
Songwriter:in
Anthony Henderson Jr
Anthony Henderson Jr
Songwriter:in
K-Dean
K-Dean
Songwriter:in
Samuel Watson IV
Samuel Watson IV
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Robert Rebeck
Robert Rebeck
Mischtechniker:in
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Young Fyre
Young Fyre
Produzent:in

Letras

RAP POP ROCK LIT COUNTRY R&B 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
Writer(s): Tramaine Micheal Winfrey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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