Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' about the city where killa's keep it crakin' too dark and gritty back in the dizzy jackin' was happenin' gafflin' many cacklin' now we packaging crack and the addict will pop. Kansas City, Missouri feel the fury of the inner city poverty stricken novelty spinnin', follow me quick into the bottom we gotta be thizzin' no frickin' apology given you trippin' we lick a shot. Get ready to brawl hometown breakin a jawbone clown you ain't a criminal killa be ready to get up and fall on down. Look at the darkside full of the gangbangin' hookers with choppers and the coppers they keep the thangs rangin'. You ain't gotta be killa gangsta to know that you can die tryna hide sides thangs for the dough after the club get to skippin' cause they trippin' off in the Mo.
It doesn't really matter where you go, where you've been.
Beautiful foreign lands you been in.
Gun play rains, summer and shine.
Stay inside you should be fine.
I'll show you follow me.
Welcome to The Midwest

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