| Hook:
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| Mo murda mo murda
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| Come come again
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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 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 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 eruptions,
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| Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
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| Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
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| For the love of the murda man the murda game
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| The same but a bang bang bang,
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| Can’t resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
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| St Clair stays, down for the murda mo Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
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| Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
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| Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
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| You know, nigga we can’t be bluffing
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| We bannnggg insane,
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| When I put one to your temple,
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| Mo murda then blow out ya brain
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| Mo murda mo murda
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| Come come again,
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| Come bloody murda
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| ('til fade) |