Messcalen - MO.B. lyrics

(feat. Killa Tay, 151)

[151:]

150 weezy what is it

Killa Tizzy what is it

Yeah, yo

Yo I done told y'all niggaz before don't try me

She know I'm surrounded with K's and Mac nineties

Who really wanna find me?, come get 'em a piece

I be more than glad to show 'em all he gettin is grieve

With no relief, nigga fuck that beef shit

He better reach quick, I'm on the blind side of some sneak shit

Sedan on the deep dish, heavily tinted

Duggle bag in the trunk, heavy artillery in it

No longer lieutenant, I'm general now

I send lil niggaz to combat like I'm Colin Powell

Or Donald Rumsfel, hundred round drumsfel with hollow

Squeeze off the clip make you blow like Chicago

I'm on the throttle, movin wrecklessly

Dick in the models, throw down while her neck is be

Don't pless with me, I'ma say it again

For the coroner have to notify your momma and them nigga

[Hook x2: Killa Tay & (MessCalen)]

I, aim, heat, rain, sleet, snow, sunshine

Livin the mafia life, duckin from one-time

(Livin the mafia life, duckin from one-time

Livin the mafia life, duckin from one-time)

[MessCalen:]

I'm a soldier niga, four-five in my pocket

I put that motherfucker in ya face, nigga cock it

Second generation, do it fo' the niggaz befo' me

I'm bangin this block, we ridin for the dead homies

I'm a gangsta lil daddy, I don't love no rap

I just love the way she let me fuck her ass from the back

Nigga I'm a known shooter, I pepper your face

One shot, one kill, I walk with a case

I'm a young black gangsta, with the mind of Matula

King of the underground, your boy black ruler

Have ya feelin like you comin from the Heron spot

These hot shells 'll start givin you them Heron knocks

And it ain't no squashin the drama, it's on for life

And them killas ridin with me, whether I'm wrong or right

And ain't one nigga comin, man, we all gon creep

Ain't one nigga leavin, y'all all gon sleep nigga

[Hook x2: Killa Tay & (MessCalen)]

[Killa Tay:]

My mindstate sicker than most, It's hardball

We coast to coast gettin lit with my folks, fuck y'all

Tryin to hate on my team, ain't no way you could stop it

I stay surrounded by bosses no lossos it's all profit

I, eat good, creep through your hood and knock hoes

It's magic when I step in the booth, I got flows

I murder type beats like the mancy plan

You might, catch me at the club showin love to my fans

But understand this, I'm scandalous when it come to my chips

I rip tracks like receipts, I, never came weak

I, aim ,heat, rain, sleet, snow, sunshine

Livin the mafia live, duckin from one-time

Crime pays every seven to nine days

I put, minds in a maze, recline it with rage

Blind filthy, shinin jewelry in ya face for fun

My bomb lyrics detonate and educate your sons

I'ma show you how the west was won

California to Seattle, we the ones ain't no protection from

Second to none, record label makin it crack

Breakin in racks, full press blatin the tactics

[Hook x4: Killa Tay & (MessCalen)]