(feat. K-Dean, Krayzie Bone)
[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



[K-Dean]

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 real, Me and my niggaz 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 imma 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 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, He told me I'm hot

Anybody got a problem with any one of my niggaz

I'll pulled out the 9 milli up 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



[Chorus]

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)



[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 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 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 deliverence 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 niggaz more scandalous

Than this Midwest blastin famly



[Chorus]

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)



[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 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

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 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



[Chorus]

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)