[Intro]

Waddup, Midwest?

THey forgot about the fourth coast

Uh, it ain't nuttin though

Waddup Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas

Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'!



[Verse 1]

Geah! (HOLLA!)

Thinkin 'bout Guy Fisher 

Never met him, but goddamn that’s my nigga! (why?)

I figure real estate, invested pie flipper 

Never snitch, me I’m in a bathrobe, fly slippers (high 80s')

Left Chicago wit good money for five drops 

Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (Waddup Stony Island?)

Bamboo and Pulaski, K-town is contra (Westside)

They’ll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur’s (Waddup Madison?)

I’m the author for gangsters, tough guys 

Did the whole Ohio, but I start it off of Buckeye (dey know me!)

Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em (sure did) 

Few clowns was hatin (what?!), moved my pounds to Dayton (Let's go)

And in Akron, my niggaz they would throw things 

Not King James, these were coke kings (Buck, waddup baby?)

Ain't he actin grown, doggy you ain't back at home 

Then smack the {?}, wrapped in chrome, you better get a chaperone



[Chorus w/ ad-libs in background]

If you know like I know, you should lie low 

Killa, I used to get it in Ohio 

Don’t forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro 

You keep playin, you will look like a gyro



[Verse 2]

Yo, ga'head and hate me hater 

'cause I’m flyer than a aviator? (Yes I am)

Well, you’ll get SMACKED with the radiator

And I get catered player - wanna talk? Maybe later 

Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor Flaved her (Boyeeeee!)

Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke 

Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like AIYYO!!

And you’ll get yolked up, switchblade poked up 

Bitch-made since sixth grade, he need his rope cut (yes)

Cowboy roped up, y’all boys sold what? 

Know what? The dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked (right here)

Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up! 

Get close up, soaked up, I’m KG, postup

Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts 

Family gettin bread, well he about to get his loaf cut (in half)

Y’all doped up, this game is sewed up 

Malcolm X tell the white bitch yo, I want my toes sucked



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Yo, I’d rather be judged by twelve, than carried by six

My twelve and twelve - well, they carry my bricks 

and them twelve-twelve fiends, they’re married to sniff

And the V12, that's on various trips [laughing]

Y’all make a brotha laugh, me I took another path 

Come into my habitat, hover crafts, bubble baths 

Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math

I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose

Pull out the rat-tat-tat (what you say?)

Duck duck, say goose 

Beige coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus (Jesus)

H-deuce, yea yea, piss off the state troops 

See me, then they don't, I disappear, say POOF!

Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth 

Not pot, mean dust when a nigga say juice 

Killa! Killa..



[Chorus]



[Outro]

You know what it is, nigga - Harlem 

140th & Lennox, you faggot niggaz can suck a dick, fuck niggaz

Everybody in the whole Midwest, Indiana

Nebraska - Omaha, what's happenin?

Err'body in Denver, Iowa, Illinois

Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is

I'll be home soon, Killa!

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Waddup, Leche?

Yo Happy, I'ma drop another package off

Duke on that Westside of Chicago [laughs]

Waddup everybody in Columbus? [fades]