Get It in Ohio

What up, Midwest

They forgot about the fourth coast

It ain't nothin' though

What up, Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas

Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou

Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher

Never met him but, goddamn, that's my ****

I figure real estate invested pie flipper

Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers

Left Chicago with good money for five drops

Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox

Van Buren and Pulaski, K-Town is contra

They'll dearly depart ya in front of MacArthur's

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye

Columbus to 'Nati, them towns, I raped 'em

Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton

And in Akron, my ****, they would throw things

Not King James, these were coke kings

And you actin' grown, doggy, you ain't back at home

Get smacked in song, wrapped in chrome

You better get a chaperone

If you know like I know, you should lie low

Killa, I used to get it in Ohio

Don't forget the Chi, yo, guns look like a pyro

You keep playin', you will look like a gyro

Go 'head and hate me, hater

'Cause I'm flyer than a aviator

Well, you'll get smacked with the radiator

And I get catered, player, wanna talk, maybe later

Told her her time was up, 88 her, Flavor Flav'd her

Need your neck choked, rather your neck broke

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

And you'll get yoked up, switchblade poked up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Cowboy roped up, y'all boys sold what?

Know what, dope, crack and coke is in the coat tucked

Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up

Get close up, get soaked up, I'm KG, post-up

Ho, 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

Malcom X tell the white bitch, yo, I want my toes sucked

If you know like I know, you should lie low

Killa, I used to get it in Ohio

Don't forget the Chi, yo, guns look like a pyro

You keep playin', you will look like a gyro

I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six

My twelve to twelve, well, they carry my bricks

And them twelve, twelve fiends, they're married to sniff

And the V12, that's on various trips

Y'all make a brother laugh, me, I took another path

Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths

Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math

I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose

Pull out the rat-tat-tat, duck, duck, say goose

Beige coupes, suede roofs, send him up 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 that **** say, Juice

Killa

If you know like I know, you should lie low

Killa, I used to get it in Ohio

Don't forget the Chi, yo, guns look like a pyro

You keep playin', you will look like a gyro

Know what it is, ****

Harlem

140th and Lenox, you faggot **** tuckin' dick, fuck ****

Everybody in the whole Midwest

Indiana, Nebraska

Omaha, what's happenin'

Everybody in Denver

Iowa

Illinois

Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is

I'll be home soon

Killa

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

What up, Leche

Yo, Happy, I'ma drop another package off

Duke on that west side of Chicago

What up everybody in Columbus