Lyric Mo Murda
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.
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.
