[Hook:]
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Mo murda mo murda
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Come come again
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[Repeat 8x]
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[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
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Dear Mr.Ouija,
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Let 'em know who the boss is
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So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
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Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
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Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
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Gotta haunt that dome,
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Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
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Gotta find these row hoes,
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Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
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Nigga you was off inna my hood?
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I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
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So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
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Popped off to the coffin,
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Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
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Nigga got ta fucked up bang
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Taking no shorts so fuck ya man,
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Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
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Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
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Krayzie insane to the brain,
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Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
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Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
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Machete be dipped in rum,
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Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
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Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
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I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
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That's what Ouija said,
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Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
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We coming to serve ya,
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Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
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Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
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Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
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Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
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Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
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So I'ma murda them baby
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Get 'em up wid me thugs,
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See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
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Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
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Eighty eight to the ten five,
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Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
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Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
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Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
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And I'm on a road to destruction
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And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
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Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
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Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
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Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
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Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
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So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
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And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
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My twelve guage just so forceful,
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So playa hate when I'm in ya town
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The nigga me bucking 'em down
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And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
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Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
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Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
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Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
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Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
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When I'm coming to serve ya,
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Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
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Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
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Mo murda mo murda
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Wish Bone]
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Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
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Can't get away from my shotgun
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Leavin' them bodies fucked up,
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Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
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Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid,
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Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
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Now you wanna catch some bang bang
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Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
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What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
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You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier
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Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
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Better pack that five five,
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I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
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You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
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When the glock pop pop don't stop,
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We all about murda mo,
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Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
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We straight from Cleveland,
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Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
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You don't wanna fuck wid Bone,
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Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
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If you wanna die bye,
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See you in the gutter let mama cry,
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Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
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Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
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Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]
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Eternally thugstas die,
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Will I die of murda now?
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East ninety nine follow me grind
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And all descending that body underground, way down
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Me ride and everyone dies,
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And I, rolling wid my killas,
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And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
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Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
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That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
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Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
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Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga
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Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
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Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
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All up off inna the coffin,
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Ready to fade 'em,
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To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage erup
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Mo' Murda
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
