Midwest Destroyerz

[Intro: Bukshot]
Midwest Destroyerz
Bukshot, Ruff Sude Playaz (Louisville, Kentucky)
Bake, C-motherfucking-Dog (Jeffersonville, Indiana)
AK, Tre-shot, Mr. Black Diamond (Rocksville, Indianapolis, NAP)
Siccness, Carlos Rossi, Redrum (Gary, Cincinnati, Ohio)
Sang, Short Capone (Cleveland)
Misery, Sinn, Murder One (Chicago, Illinois)
Killa-O, IBG (Saint Louis, Missouri)
Low Lifes, Big Shawn (Nashville, Tennessee)
N-Do, O.D. (Memphis)
Gangsta Black, Trig

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Take a look into this hood cause we grinding the most
It's the Midwest bitch fuck claiming a coast
Dope dealers crossing bridges with work in they britches
The land of fucking bitches, the land of killing snitches
Opportunities knock (knock), from serving fiends with rocks (rocks)
To spilling blood on the block (block)
From pumps to Glocks (Glocks)
Surrounded by cops (cops), we open fire like mobsters
Bet you better tell 'em 'bout us Midwest monsters

[Verse 2]
Attested, attasted, seventeen shots from a fully mean automatic Ruff Sides trigger men
Victim and dead it's over
Coming for ya
Four deep misbehaving in a locced out Nova (fill of nail)
Creepers, bed-seekers, pin ya down like tag-team
Sights with blue-red beams
Breaking down zones on my triple beam
Money and the power (money, power)
Duct-taped him in his basement
Popped him in his knees, leave our Gs with murder cases

[Verse 3]
Can't nobody fuck with a real nigga hustling
I mean a nigga about his dollars, I don't give a fuck about nothing
It's a fact of life a nigga that's squeezing a motherfucking .45
Best time to catch a nigga slipping when he close his eyes
Anybody try that funny shit I'll betray, lay ya down
Watch me unload a whole fucking clip 'out the slightest fucking sound
Why I'm paranoid all the time with this smoke, got me tripping
Cause in this type of bi'ness everybody tryna catch a nigga slipping
Jealous niggas and bitches and bitches up in some plain clothes
I'm constantly watching my back but it's just how the game goes
Life move fucking fast, I can't trust no-fucking-body
My girl can't get too close I think that bitch is tryna rob me

[Verse 4]
One, two, three, I'm a motherfucking G
Strapped down, mask down
.45 caliber Desert Eagle
Leaving bodies first gon' feel that pump-pump
Putting dead bodies in a 6-4 trunk
Blaze big blunts since J. Stubbs
Don't beg for your life player cause I don't give a fuck about bucking you
Your baby mama too, and plus your two kids
I know you got them keys, show me to the safe cause I ain't got long to live (uh)

[Verse 5]
Loving one since a juvenile as I run through the foul
I see the stress I put my family through but look at me now
Convicted felon at large on a motherfucking rampage
I'm still selling dope and rides around with the SK
I'm busting at my rivals man, fuck the penitentiary
Cause when I go down, I'm going down on these inner streets
A born and raised lunatic, convict murder man
When them underground niggas the fucking law those who don't understand

[Verse 6: Bukshot]
Execution on yo knees, you dealing with the realest
Gangster tactics living bad
Law-breaking heartless chitlins
Thugs stepping packing weapons, attacking like a shark
But you'll never see us coming cause we lurking in the dark
On the streets of J.C. me to the depths of the field
Mobbing with them Ruff Side Playas (yeah), these intentions to kill
Anybody trying to get they hands on my pot
But I baked that motherfucker and the baker says you got

[Verse 7]
Move with me and move with me
I don't want the key
Move a man
Bitch you need to relax, a hundred stacks on these
Motherfuck the law
I'd love to see 'em beg (I'd love to see 'em beg)
Two to the head, died a bitch behind your backs
Drag my nuts to the FEDs
A fake 12's coming up
Yeah I know you're mad I got your son buying double-ux
Mini-MACs and pumps
Chopping halves on my razor blade
Ruff Side Player too as I
Fuck the judge cause he's bitch made (bitch made)

[Verse 8]
Creeped in they back door slow with the motherfucking .44
Caught him slipping while he was fucking and put his brains all over his hoe and hit the flo' (pop take that bitch)
Cause she had the strap (ah shit) and the bitch started blasting at me
Stuffed her face into his other wounds and cuff her fingers cause she tried to gat me
Grabbed her by her hair (shh)
And tugged as she lived cause she started showing
Where the fuck the three key and fifty Gs was cause I knew he was rolling
Did it smooth and still cut her throat just for the simple fact, destroying's part of the pleasure
Tripping off blue gel and Cognac

[Verse 9]
Watch me pistol-whip yo kids cause you fucking with some killers (killa)
Looking for yo partner, he's in the bottom of the river (river)
Concrete shoes cut off if that duty there
I screaming like a bitch man
Burnt 'em with them Newports while Buk split him with the switchblade
Money-made, hit the safe (nigga), black mask over my face
Leather gloves and hollow tips, just another murder case
Sucking on some steel (steel)
Try saws in yo grill (grill)
Ace High, Ruff Side on the real, the real

[Verse 10]
M-I-D west, you better wear yo vest
Coming through
What the fuck you gon' do when Ruff Side, who?
Ride, homicide as I slide to the right hand lane (lane)
Leaving brains, bloody windowpanes (panes)
Cause things ain't never gon' change
Busting people fucking in the game out of seven-nine
Caprice two-toned, rings blown
Sum up your lot cause I had to get mine
Murder shit that I wrote (uh), pump you up like toke
And leave you bloody in a ditch with your tongue hanging out yo throat

[Verse 11]
I got my black mask down
Popping around thug, living night I puts in my time
Always on the grind nigga drug dealing
Mama tried to tell me (tell me) that there's a better way (a better way)
But all my bills I pay (pay), and mama I ain't work today
Never trust no bitch, Ruff Side my nigga
Real niggas stay slick, tight for life
Not like you bitch niggas, how can you stop us? (stop us)
Midwest representing (Midwest)
A-12 soldier (A-12 solider), deep in the game is how I'm living (deep in the game)

[Verse 12: Bukshot]
Grab yo shot, load yo clip
Back-to-back, close yo eyes
Take temptations, turn around and watch me grin before you die
When it's over, it's over
I disrespect by pissing on yo tombstone
Hit yo crib, take yo dough, fuck yo bitch and then I'm gone
Which one of you motherfuckers wanna dance with me?
Bad boys move in packs but we move silently
Checkmate motherfuckers, you put me to the test
Cause there's one second left for the time bomb on my chest