Get It In Ohio

[Intro]

What up, Midwest?

They forgot about the fourth coast

It ain't nothing though

What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas?

Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'!

[Verse 1]

Thinking bout Guy Fisher

Never met him, but God damn, that's my nigga!

I figure real estate invested pie flipper

Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers (I-80)

Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops

Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox (What up Stony Island?)

Van Buren, Pulaski, K-Town is contra (Westside)

They'll dearly depart ya, in front of MacArthur's (What up Madison?)

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 niggas they would throw things

Not King James, these were coke kings

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

The smack, it's on, wrapped in chrome

You better get a chaperone

[Hook]

If you know like I know, you should lie low

Killa, I used to get it in Ohio

Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro

You keep playing, you will look like a gyro

[Verse 2]

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-Flaved 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, soaked up, I'm KG, post up

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Y'all doped up, this game is sewed up

Malcolm X: tell the white bitch, "Yo, I want my toes sucked"

[Hook]

If you know like I know, you should lie low

Killa, I used to get it in Ohio

Don't forget the Chi though, guns are like a pyro

You keep playing, you will look like a gyro

[Verse 3]

I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

My 12 and 12 -- well, they carry my bricks

And them 12-12 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 coupe, suede roofs, send him up to Jesús (Jesus)

H-deuce, yea yea, 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 a nigga say, "juice"

Killa!