Wolf.M - MBT Lyrics

Show you how to tote extension, tryna catch a nigga slippin, dump the clip up in his jaw
What the f*ck you niggas thinkin? gotta keep a oven with me, cook a nigga like he raw
I be huggin' ona streets, I be lurkin' with the heat, airlift you with the chop
Niggas talkin' to the pigs, writing all the sentences, boy you know you need to stop
Rollas never understand, why we gotta keep the ham, so they put us in them cuffs
Pay attention lil' thug, I'm just tryna teach you somethin, I done been through enough
Blood stains on the pavement, it ain't safe to underestimate the power of them slugs
We gon pour it like a doctor, sip the cup until it's nothin, drift away from our thoughts

I'm just Murda Block Thuggin, Murda Block huggin - laying low from the law
Playing with artillery, yo mans a bitch like Hillary - he deserve a red dot
Dey like 'why he still rockin?' Cause I won't stop climbin - til I get to the top
Choppa Balboa Rocky, but we ain't gon' be boxin - you'll just end up in a box

They tryna stop me so I keep the ham around me
They tryna copy so I make em get from round me
My bullets like codeine, they gon' sleep ya body
Same nigga I just got a lil' stocky
30 slugs got me feeling homicidal
It's my prophecy to get em, like I read it in the bible
A tsunami how I wet em but he won't die from drowning
Read dot on ya nose, now they saying I be clowning
But I'm really on the ave gettin' drowsy
Pharmacy bandit, my crib was a lean fountain
No prescriptions but I had prescription only's by the mountain
If you doubt me you could have a conversation with your honor
I be cattin' like a lion cause it keep away the mouses
And lil' baby wants to marry but the murda my fiance
Keep playin, I'ma turn yo white tee into a jersey
Like I'm taking out a tumor, blow a chunk up out yo stomach
I'ma keep some ammo for you and the niggas that you come with
I'ma keep it 1900, leavin' niggas body musty
I'ma keep my fire on me cause that's what I put my trust in
I'ma keep it lit for Murda Block Thugs who have fallen

I'm just Murda Block Thuggin, Murda Block huggin - laying low from the law
Playing with artillery, yo mans a bitch like Hillary - he deserve a red dot
Dey like 'why he still rockin?' Cause I won't stop climbin - til I get to the top
Choppa Balboa Rocky, but we ain't gon' be boxin - you'll just end up in a box