[Verse 1: Snug Brim]
Now how you want it, I can get it nigga, soft or hard?
You one cut off the boat, nigga, Bostin George
You flaucing your's, but really, you soft as manure
I know for sure
Soldier niggas off in the cors
Red rags everywhere, and I ain't one of those mother fuckers
Beef with me, we take it there
Remember that next time, you fake player
You put a 7 out, automaticly I make it there
[Verse 2: Liquid Assassin]
On the track with Snug Brim and Skatterman
We bring out them things, watch their whole clique skatter, man
We ain't playing no games, we train with Kali, man
Hit you where you stand, automatics and caravans
We gon bring it home, that Midwest finest
We're with the gang, you know, bring you something to clear up your sinous
I'll give it to you, this pistol give you some gidence
It's Strange with dirty thugs, such a deadly alliance
[Chorus: Snug Brim, Liquid Assassin, Skatterman and Killa C]
Now where you at?
Midwest
And Imma stay representing until a nigga put a hole in my vest
Midwest
We gon rep till the death, keep this game on lock, we the best of the best
Now where you at?
Midwest
Sell dope, snort coke, [?], gun smoke
Midwest
From the north to the south, to the east to the west, we gon ride till the death
[Verse 3: Skatterman]
I know you niggas here to clap to the song
It's Skatterman and Snug Brim, don't make me have to clap in your dome
I ride around with a strap in the zone
Doing home invasions, you ain't even able to take a nap in your home
We make you sleep 1 eye open, 1 eye closed
We leave you smoking and froze
Don't believe the shit that guy got told, I got 50 in the bank for everyone I fold
[Verse 4: Killa C]
I ain't afraid of shit, that's a fact
You can throw me in prison, Imma act like it's summer camp
Got that beater, best believe us
Act like a bitch, and get sent to Jesus
Pop a cap off in a motherfuckin snitch
Then I send them boys off, dig a motherfuckin ditch
Don't trip, I just handle my money and my Business
Got no time to believe a witness
[Chorus: Snug Brim, Liquid Assassin, Skatterman and Killa C]
Now where you at?
Midwest
And Imma stay representing until a nigga put a hole in my vest
Midwest
We gon rep till the death, keep this game on lock, we the best of the best
Now where you at?
Midwest
Sell dope, snort coke, [?], gun smoke
Midwest
From the north to the south, to the east to the west, we gon ride till the death
[Verse 5: Killa C]
Blood in, blood out, broken homes
Slinging that dope, don't talk on the phone
Cause the fedarellis creep and want you off the street
If they come at me, Imma pop some heat
You won't catch me with my heart still beat
Imma go out with my chopper straight singing
Shoot fast when I blast, bullet holes in your ass
Jump in the ride, yo, Snug, hit the gas
[Verse 6: Snug Brim]
I'm from the town where it's shoot or get shot
Move it a little bit to me, you're not
I bleed your block, we smoke cheese and Glocks
You better keep off, we squeeze and pop
Straight out the midwest, 3 to 5
You never speak on my name, nigga, please be quiet
We fuck with Grave Plott, they evil
You ain't banging just to bang, that's no thug alliance
[Chorus: Snug Brim, Liquid Assassin, Skatterman and Killa C]
Now where you at?
Midwest
And Imma stay representing until a nigga put a hole in my vest
Midwest
We gon rep till the death, keep this game on lock, we the best of the best
Now where you at?
Midwest
Sell dope, snort coke, [?], gun smoke
Midwest
From the north to the south, to the east to the west, we gon ride till the death
[Verse 7: Liquid Assassin]
Half the industry is pussys, soft like baby shit
Record labels in here hating, playing that shady shit
Say what you say, bro, you can't play me, hoe
All we need is a couple niggas from that KC, MO
We could show up at your house, cooked up and flagged out
In your spot, zipped up and dragged out
Told you motherfuckers we ain't fucking around
So Imma go and let Skatter shut this motherfucker down
[Verse 8: Skatterman]
I got the Killa on my left, and the Assassin on the right
Strange music, gang music, niggas blasting in the night
Slang to it, slang to it, be my pashin when I write
Show up at the Source awards, niggas flashing me they ice
Yeah, I'm known for pushing birdies bud, riding with Snug
This the midwest, where you and your kids going next
Call the boss and tell him what I did, yo, Tech
[Chorus: Snug Brim, Liquid Assassin, Skatterman and Killa C]
Now where you at?
Midwest
And Imma stay representing until a nigga put a hole in my vest
Midwest
We gon rep till the death, keep this game on lock, we the best of the best
Now where you at?
Midwest
Sell dope, snort coke, [?], gun smoke
Midwest
From the north to the south, to the east to the west, we gon ride till the death
