Текст песни BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY - Mo' Murda

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]



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 99. 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 ah, 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, machete be dipped in rum and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for dead. "I'm near. Kill 'em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said. Bet I put one in your head. Bang! We aimin' to serve ya. Mo m
urda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.

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Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]



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: 88 through the 10-5, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. Niggas be fiendin', me dealin', me silence me twelve gauge eruption. And I'm on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me fussin', 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 is just so forceful. So, playa-hate when I'm in your town, and nigga me buckin' 'em down. And I'm givin' up P's 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."

Mr. Ouija


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 killers, bitch! Now you wanna catch some bang, bang? Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang? What is it in me make 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 murda. Better pack that pipe, I'm feelin' like killin', you're dyin' tonight. You don't wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, glock 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, get gone. If you wanna die,bye. See you in a 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.

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]

Bizzy
Eternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East 99, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground. We're down to ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my thuggish ruggish niggas, no lies. Chalkin' up bloody mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little Ripsta. Sinister, killer 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 all up off in a coffin, ready to fade 'em. To buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruption? 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, run '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 k
now, nigga, we can't be bluffin'. We bang insane. When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain!

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, (come bloody murda!) come come again! [*12]

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