k**a Tay - M.O.B. lyrics

[151] 150 weezy what is it k**a Tizzy what is it Yeah, yo Yo I done told y'all n***as 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, n***a f** that beef sh** He better reach quick, I'm on the blind side of some sneak sh** 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 n***as 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 n***a [Hook - k**a Tay & (MessCalen)] - 2x 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 motherf**er in ya face, n***a co*k it Second generation, do it fo' the n***as 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 f** her a** from the back n***a I'm a known shooter, I pepper your face One shot, one k**, 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 k**as ridin with me, whether I'm wrong or right And ain't one n***a comin, man, we all gon creep Ain't one n***a leavin, y'all all gon sleep n***a [Hook - k**a Tay & (MessCalen)] - 2x [k**a Tay] My mindstate sicker than most, It's hardball We coast to coast gettin lit with my folks, f** 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 j**elry 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 - k**a Tay & (MessCalen)] - 4x