Midwest: acordes por 
Grave Plott 
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Key: G major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Now how you want it,
Am
I can get a niggas off a whore
G
Em
If you want cut off the boat, nigga
Boston,
Georgia,
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Floss and yours
Am
But really niggas offers manure
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back off of the shore
Em
Got soldier niggas off in the cold,
G
Am
with red rags everywhere
G
Em
And I ain't one of them mother suckers to strike a witness,
beef your boy and take a dance
G
Am
Remem ber that next time you
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fight the player, you pull the
Em
L or the 7, automatically
you make a swear
G
Am
Straight caught on the track with
Snook,
Brim and
Scatterman
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We pull out them thangs,
Em
watch they whole clique scatter, man
G
Am
We ain't playin' no games,
team trained, like
Taliban
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Em
Run nin' through soft sand,
automatics and caravans
G
Am
We gon' bring it home, some of the
Midwest finest
G
Em
Put the games to your nose,
something to clear up your sinus
G
Am
I could give it to your ugly pistol,
give you some guidance
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It's strange but
Em
Dirty
Thug's such a deadly alliance
G
Am
Now wait, yeah,
Midwest
And
Em
I'ma stay reppin' sittin' un til 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
Em
And sell dope, snort coke, road smoke
Get strong, gun smoke
G
Am
Mid west
From the north to the south
Em
To the east to the west
We gon' ride to the death
G
Am
I know you niggas hear
the clap in the song
The
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Scatter man and
Snuggly
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Don't make a player put a clap in your door
G
Am
I ride around with a strap and a zone,
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doing home in vasions
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You can't even take a nap in your home,
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we make you sleep
Am
One eye open and one eye closed,
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we live your man
Em
One guy smoking and one guy froze,
G
Am
don't believe the shit that one guy told
G
Em
Cause I got 50 that I put up in the
bank for every one guy phoned
G
Am
I ain't afraid of shit, bitch, that's a fact
Em
You can throw me in pris on,
I'ma act like it's summer camp
Am
G
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You got them beaters, you best believers
Em
Act right, bitch, I get
Santa,
Jesus
G
Am
I pop a cap off in the
motherfuckin' snitch
Em
Then I send my boys off,
dig a motherfuckin' ditch
G
Am
I don't trip, I just handle my
money and my business
Em
Got no time to believe in the witness
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Now wait, yeah,
Am
Midwest
And
Em
I'ma stay reppin' sittin' un til 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,
G
Mid west
Am
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
G
Out those loco's homes,
when you're slinging that dope
Em
Don't talk on the phone,
G
Am
cause them feder ellis creep
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Once you're off the street,
if they come at me
Em
I'ma fly some heat,
G
Am
cause you won't catch me
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With my heart still beat ing
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I'ma go out with my chopper
straight singin'
G
Am
Shoot fast when I blast,
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bullet holes in your ass
Em
Jump in the ride, yo snug, hit the gas
G
Am
I'm from the town where
a shooter gets shot
Look like you're moving
G
Em
a little bit today
But to me you're not,
G
Am
I bleed your block
When we smoke
G's and glocks
G
Em
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,
G
Am
fuck with grapev ine, receive a riot
G
Em
You ain't bangin' just the inter net,
thug
Microsoft,
Goliath
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Now, yeah
Am
Midwest,
Midwest
And
G
Em
I'ma stay repres entin' un til 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
Em
No cell dope, snort coke, road smoke
Can't stroll, gun smoke
G
Am
Midwest ,
From the north to the south,
Em
to the east, to the west
We gon' ride till the day
G
Am
Half the industry is puss and
soft like baby shit
Wrecking labels on that hatin'
and playing that shady shit
G
Am
Say what you say, bro,
you can't play me, ho
All we need is a couple niggas from that
KC mode
G
Am
We can show up at your house
clipped up and flagged out
And you're found at your spot
zipped up and dragged out
G
Am
Don't you park motherfuckers,
we ain't fucking around
So
I'ma go, let's scatter,
Em
shut this motherfucker down
Am
Em
F#
We will shut this mother fucker down
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We will shut this motherfucker down
Am
We will shut this mothafucka down
Am
Scatter man and slug dreamer,
shut this mothafucka down
G
Am
I got the killer on my left and
the assassin on the right
G
Em
Strange music, gang music,
niggas blastin' in the night
G
Am
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
G
Am
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
Am
With them dirty thugs, but this the
Midwest
We fuck over you,
C
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then fuck your kids next
Em
Then call my boss to buy
me out for what I did
Yeah,
Am
Midwest, and I'm a straight reppin'
Em
Sittin' un til 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
G
Yeah, yeah,
Am
Midwest
Maceldo,
Em
Snorkel,
Rose
Bowl,
Kistro,
Gunsmoke
G
Am
Mid west, from the north to the south
Em
To the east to the west,
Outro 1
we gon' ride to the death
G
Am
G
Em
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