Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mo'murda, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 24.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mo'murda |
| Hook: |
| Mo murda mo murda |
| Come come again |
| Verse 1: Krayzie Bone |
| 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 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome, |
| Gotta haunt that dome, |
| Folla me roll stroll down East 1999 |
| Gotta find these row hoes, |
| Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden |
| Nigga you was off inna my hood? |
| I’m a, real thuggish nigga, |
| So a, I would have to kill ya so die, |
| Popped off to the coffin, |
| Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain, |
| Nigga got ta fucked up bang |
| Taking no shorts so fuck ya 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 wid the gun, |
| Machete be dipped in rum, |
| Runnin’wid the gun steady buckin' |
| Leavin’them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead, |
| I’m near, kill 'em all, mo’murda mo’murda |
| That’s what Ouija said, |
| Gotta put one in ya head, Bang, |
| We coming to serve ya, |
| Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda |
| Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda |
| Hook |
| Verse 2: Layzie Bone |
| Will I die of murda bloody mo murda, |
| Living in the Land of the Heartless comin’up daily? |
| Until a me murda them all, I’m never gon’fall |
| So I’ma murda them baby |
| Get 'em up wid me thugs, |
| See 'em on the corner and they slangin’them drugs |
| Givin’up shots out to the glock glock |
| Eighty eight to the ten five, |
| Them killas be pumpin’them slugs, |
| Niggas be fiendin’me daily, |
| Me silence me twelve guage eruption, |
| And I’m on a road to destruction |
| And steady be bustin’and bodies be bustin’me, |
| Killa, with a buckshot, I’ma peel ya Number one assassin’s still the realer nigga |
| Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin’to stay to tha grind, |
| Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man, |
| So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game? |
| And I’m feelin’not a bit remorseful, |
| My twelve guage just so forceful, |
| So playa hate when I’m in ya town |
| The nigga me bucking 'em down |
| And I’m giving up peace to the hustlas, |
| Thugstas and twelve guage 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 coming to serve ya, |
| Wid the nine cocked and it’s ready to pop |
| Lettin’off shots Layzie be screamin' |
| Mo murda mo murda |
| Hook |
| Verse 3: Wish Bone |
| 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’wid, |
| 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 makes me feel like I gots ta murda 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 five five, |
| I’m feelin’like killin’you dying tonite, |
| You don’t wanna hear that glock pop, |
| When the glock pop pop don’t stop, |
| We all about murda mo, |
| Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go, |
| We straight from Cleveland, |
| Clack back nigga ya bleeding, |
| You don’t wanna fuck wid Bone, |
| Pullin’that chrome now nigga ya gone |
| If you wanna die bye, |
| See you in the 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 |
| Hook |
| Verse 4: Bizzy Bone |
| Eternally thugstas die, |
| Will I die of murda now? |
| East ninety nine follow me grind |
| And all descending that body underground, way down |
| Me ride and everyone dies, |
| And I, rolling wid my killas, |
| And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie, |
| Druggin’up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em |
| That’ll be little Ripsta, sinister |
| Kill y’all, put 'em in the river, |
| Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga |
| Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin’I’m dumpin' |
| Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em |
| All up off inna the coffin, |
| Ready to fade 'em, |
| To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions, |
| Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay |
| Found out none of my niggas was bluffing, |
| For the love of the murda man the murda game |
| The same but a bang bang bang, |
| Can’t resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off |
| St Clair stays, down for the murda mo Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll |
| Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos |
| Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze, |
| You know, nigga we can’t be bluffing |
| We bannnggg insane, |
| When I put one to your temple, |
| Mo murda then blow out ya brain |
| Mo murda mo murda |
| Come come again, |
| Come bloody murda |
| ('til fade) |