Waddup Midwest   They forgot about the 4th coast, it aint nuttin though   What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas, Kentucky, Missouri   Everybody in the Lou      Verse 1:   Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher   Never met him, but goddamn that's my nigga   I figure real estate, invested pie flipper   Never snitch, me I’m in a bathrobe, fly slippers   Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops   West Side, did the South Side like the White Sox   Vampoo and Pulaski, K-Town is Contra   They’ll dearly depart ya in front of MacArthur's   I'm the author for gangstas, tough guys   Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye   Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em   Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton   And in Akron, my niggaz they would grow things   Not King James, these were coke kings   And he actin' grown, doggy you ain't back at home   The smack, it's on, wrapped in chrome   You better get a chaperone      Hook:   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, go 'head and hate me hater, cuz I’m flyer than a aviator   Well you'll get smacked with the radiator   And I get K to play ya, wanna talk?, maybe later   Told her, her time was up, 88 her, Flavor Flaved her   Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke   Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like egg yolk   And you'll get yolked up, switch blade, poked up   Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut   Cowboy roped up, y’all boys sold what?   You know what, the dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked   Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up   Get close up, soaked up, I'm KG, post up   Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts   Family gettin' bread, well he about to get his loaf cut   Y’all doped up, this game is sewed up   Malcolm X, tell the white bitch yo, I want my toes sucked      Hook      Verse 3:   I’d rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6   My 12 12, well, they carried my bricks   And them 12 12s, fiends they’re married to sniff   And the V12, that’s on various strips   Y’all make a brotha laugh, me I took another bath   Come into my habitat   Hover crafts, bubble baths, duffle bags stuffed with cash   Fell in love with math   I got the green Benz, rag raised, mustard Jag   White coke, tan dope, black gun, Tre-Duece   Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose   Pull out the ra-ta-tat, duck duck, say "Goose"   Beige Coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus   H-deuce, yeah yeah, piss off the state troops   See me, then they don’t, I disappear, say poof   Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth   Not Pac, mean dust, when a nigga say juice   Killa, Killa      Hook      You know what it is nigga