Midwest chords by Grave Plott
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Now how you want it,
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I can get a niggas off a whore
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Em
If you want cut off the boat, nigga
Boston,
Georgia,
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Floss and yours
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But really niggas offers manure
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back off of the shore
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Got soldier niggas off in the cold,
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with red rags everywhere
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And I ain't one of them mother suckers to strike a witness,
beef your boy and take a dance
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Remember that next time you
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fight the player, you pull the
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L or the 7, automatically
you make a swear
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Straight caught on the track with
Snook,
Brim and
Scatterman
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We pull out them thangs,
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watch they whole clique scatter, man
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We ain't playin' no games,
team trained, like
Taliban
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Runnin' through soft sand,
automatics and caravans
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We gon' bring it home, some of the
Midwest finest
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Em
Put the games to your nose,
something to clear up your sinus
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I could give it to your ugly pistol,
give you some guidance
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It's strange but
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Dirty
Thug's such a deadly alliance
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Now wait, yeah,
Midwest
And
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I'ma stay reppin' sittin' until a
nigga put a hole in my vest
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Midwest
We gon' rep to the death
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Em
Keep this game on lock
We the best of the best
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Now wait, yeah,
Am
Midwest
G
Em
And sell dope, snort coke, road smoke
Get strong, gun smoke
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Midwest
From the north to the south
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To the east to the west
We gon' ride to the death
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I know you niggas hear
the clap in the song
The
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Scatterman and
Snuggly
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Don't make a player put a clap in your door
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I ride around with a strap and a zone,
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doing home invasions
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You can't even take a nap in your home,
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we make you sleep
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One eye open and one eye closed,
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we live your man
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One guy smoking and one guy froze,
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don't believe the shit that one guy told
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Cause I got 50 that I put up in the
bank for every one guy phoned
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I ain't afraid of shit, bitch, that's a fact
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You can throw me in prison,
I'ma act like it's summer camp
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You got them beaters, you best believers
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Act right, bitch, I get
Santa,
Jesus
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I pop a cap off in the
motherfuckin' snitch
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Then I send my boys off,
dig a motherfuckin' ditch
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I don't trip, I just handle my
money and my business
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Got no time to believe in the witness
G
Now wait, yeah,
Am
Midwest
And
Em
I'ma stay reppin' sittin' until a
nigga put a hole in my vest
G
Am
Midwest
We gon' rep to the death
G
Em
Keep this game on lock
We the best of the best
G
Now wait, yeah,
Am
Midwest
G
And sell dope, smirk up
Em
Road smoke, get strong
Gun smoke,
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Midwest
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From the north to the south
Em
To the east to the west
We gon' ride till the death
G
Am
Blood in, blood out
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Out those loco's homes,
when you're slinging that dope
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Don't talk on the phone,
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cause them federellis creep
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Once you're off the street,
if they come at me
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I'ma fly some heat,
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cause you won't catch me
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With my heart still beating
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I'ma go out with my chopper
straight singin'
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Shoot fast when I blast,
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bullet holes in your ass
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Jump in the ride, yo snug, hit the gas
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I'm from the town where
a shooter gets shot
Look like you're moving
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a little bit today
But to me you're not,
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I bleed your block
When we smoke
G's and glocks
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You feel the heat from our streets,
we squeeze and pop
Straight out the
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Midwest streets of fire
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Get your money and never
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speak out my name
Nigga, please be quiet,
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fuck with grapevine, receive a riot
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You ain't bangin' just the internet,
thug
Microsoft,
Goliath
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Now, yeah
Am
Midwest,
Midwest
And
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Em
I'ma stay representin' until a
nigga put a hole in my vest
G
Am
Midwest,
We gon' rep to the death,
G
Em
keep this game on lock
We the best of the best
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Now, wait, yeah
Am
Midwest,
G
Em
No cell dope, snort coke, road smoke
Can't stroll, gun smoke
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Am
Midwest,
From the north to the south,
Em
to the east, to the west
We gon' ride till the day
G
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Half the industry is puss and
soft like baby shit
Wrecking labels on that hatin'
and playing that shady shit
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Say what you say, bro,
you can't play me, ho
All we need is a couple niggas from that
KC mode
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We can show up at your house
clipped up and flagged out
And you're found at your spot
zipped up and dragged out
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Don't you park motherfuckers,
we ain't fucking around
So
I'ma go, let's scatter,
Em
shut this motherfucker down
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F#
We will shut this motherfucker down
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We will shut this motherfucker down
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We will shut this mothafucka down
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Scatter man and slug dreamer,
shut this mothafucka down
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I got the killer on my left and
the assassin on the right
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Strange music, gang music,
niggas blastin' in the night
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Slang to it, slang to it, hear my
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passion when I write
Show up at the
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Source
Awards, niggas flashin' in they ice
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We all know for pushin'
Purdy's blood
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Probably never thought you'd
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hear scat and slug
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With them dirty thugs, but this the
Midwest
We fuck over you,
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then fuck your kids next
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Then call my boss to buy
me out for what I did
Yeah,
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Midwest, and I'm a straight reppin'
Em
Sittin' until a nigga put
a hole in my vest
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Midwest,
Am
we gon' rep to the death
G
Em
Keep this game on lock,
be the best of the best
Am
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Yeah, yeah,
Am
Midwest
Maceldo,
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Snorkel,
Rose
Bowl,
Kistro,
Gunsmoke
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Am
Midwest, from the north to the south
Em
To the east to the west,
Outro 1
we gon' ride to the death
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Midwest
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