"MO MURDA"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Krayzie:
Dear Mr. Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood. Nigga, no love.
Me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down.
Follow me roll, stroll down East Ninety-nine. Gotta find these
roll hoes. Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was
off in my hood, I'm a real thuggish nigga, so a I would have to kill you,
so die. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the
gutter. Pain, nigga got too fucked up. Bang. Takin' no
shorts, so fuck you, man. Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies.
Kill 'em all. Send them hoes up in flames. Krayzie insane
to the brain. Hey, we slay niggas who think we play. Nigga, me
deadly with the gun, (we shoot, they be dead), and Bone runnin' with the
gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for dead. "I'm
here. Kill 'em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said.
Gotta put one in your head. Bang. We comin' to serve ya.
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Layzie:
Will I die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin' in the Land of the
Heartless, comin' up daily? Until-a me murder them all, I'm never gonna
fall, so I murder them, baby. Get 'em up with a me thugs, see 'em on
the corner, and they slangin' them drugs. Givin' up shots out to the
glock-glock: eighty-eight through the ten-five, them killas be pumpin' them
slugs. Niggas be fiendin', me dealin', (they thought I spit) twelve
gauge eruption, and I 'm on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me
buckin', and bodies be bustin'. Me killa with a buckshot. I'm
a peel ya. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigga down for my crime.
Niggas be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. Niggas is goin'
insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. So, call it a shame, but
what be the thang up off this murder game? And I'm feelin' not a bit
remorseful. My twelve gauge just so forceful. So, playa hate
when I'm in your town, a nigga me buckin' 'em down. And I'm givin'
up peace to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. Drug
'em in gutters, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down.
Nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when I'm comin' to serve
ya with a nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be
screamin' out, "Murda, mo murda."
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Wish:
Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun,
leavin' them bodies fucked up. Pump, pump to the ground, better leave
it alone. Nigga, wanna die when fuckin' with Mo Thug, nigga, we killed
this bitch? Now you wanna catch some bang, bang? Nigga wanna
die when I let my nuts hang? What is it in me that me feel like I gotsta
murder ya? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger, and nigga you
die, soldier. Four killas, we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murder.
Better pack that five, I'm feelin' like killin', you're dyin' tonight.
You don't wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, pop don't stop.
We yell about murda mo, finger on a trigger, Mo Thug let go. We
straight from Cleveland, clack back, nigga you're bleedin'. You don't
wanna fuck with Bone, pullin' that chrome. Now, nigga, you're gone.
If you wanna die, bye. See you in gutter, let mama cry. Watch
Mo Thug killas pump, pump, put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone.
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Bizzy:
Eternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East ninety-nine,
follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground, way down. Me
ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my
thuggish-ruggish niggas, no lies. Druggin' up bloody mo victims, get
'em, get 'em, that'll be little RIPsta, sinister, kill y'all, put 'em in
a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga. Hit 'em up, inside mines be
blowin' up, I'm dumpin'. Remember: me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge
'em, layin' 'em up off in a coffin, ready to fade 'em, to buck or to shoot
with the twelve gauge eruptions, creep out your seat, would ya? We
come to stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin'. For the love
of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang, bang.
Can't resist to bump you, now pow, runnin' 'em all off. St. Clair
thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a thugsta stroll, forty-fours
still pointed at the po-pos, stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til they out
cold, they froze. You know, nigga, we can't be bluffin'. We bang
insane. When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your
brain.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Come bloody murda.
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