Murda Mo
Krayzie Bone
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Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man, kill 'em all, man Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder mo' Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die Better watch that redrum The bloody mo', murder mo', merger, it will learn ya Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug with slugs Rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood Roll with the gun in my hand And they can't understand how we ran wit' the murder mo' Niggas pull triggers And they really quick to put you in the river Slow down, if you're slippin', don't fall They get me, stick me bad As they be quick when they pull out they weapon Me wish you would never decease It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim And y'all will fall when I call my dogs I'll be ready anytime you wanna go (ho) Put him on the ground wit' the 4-4 I just wanna let a nigga know Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' with the Bone When they really wanna see the Bone go Now nigga, you dead wrong You better take a couple steps backwards I'll collapse ya, cap to the player haters Just remember we're pillin' you jealous back stabbers Back stabbers (hey) Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo Da-da-da Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang) Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang) Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang) Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang) My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang Nigga, f*ck them po-po Well, bitch, I got an automatic (oh yeah) Let's pump that gore up If I could just look up and see po-po dyin' I and I, I'd flip out my mind Stoned up wit' the gauge Little ripper, put the donut in the grave Where they lay, then we play AK-47, 357, even 187 I gotta gauge and you got a nine But you better try to get your weapon out before mine Shoot 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead Then the nigga finna fled, while they layin' in red All my OG homies, tell me when the police come, you pray Nigga gotta go, see you later, ho LeathaFace gots to get to get away, way, way Said LeathaFace gots to get to get away When a nigga wanna try me I be quick to pull the trigger on a nigga But I really wanna get it with ya Hey, Easy, pop, steady murder them po-po now Hide TECs in khakis when attackin' Po-po, there's really no place to run Niggas get vicious where my clique is Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun, stun Blastin' when attackin' Po-po, there's really no place to run Niggas get vicious where my clique is Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun Rollin', rollin', rollin' Lettin' off slugs up into your soul and You swollen stiff and cold and Nigga, we watchin' you drop and foldin' You swollen stiff and cold and Nigga, we watchin' you drop and foldin' Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall We never knew one who could f*ck wit' the tongue They give us no competition Who's got the gun, don't f*ck wit' number one We never knew one that could f*ck wit' the tongue They give us no competition For those that off the fifth, been real, load up the clip Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo' Murder them all they fall, they fall Dear Mr. Ouija, dear Mr. Ouija Dear Mr. Ouija, dear Mr. Ouija is it Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo' Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo' Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo' Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo' Mo', mo', mo' Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him Rollin' up the St. Clair way Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay (they lay) Rollin' up the St. Clair way Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the bed they lay (they lay) Rollin' up the St. Clair way Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay (they lay) Rollin' up the St. Clair way Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the bed they lay (they lay)
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Written by: Anne Dudley, Anthony Henderson, Gary Logan, Jonathan Jeczalik, Paul Morley, Trevor Charles Horn
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