| We in the last foul days of these trials and tribulations
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| And I’m waiting for the Lord, oh please don’t leave me forsaken
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| Caught up in the doom, prepare for Satan
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| So we facing a situation, while I’m drunk I’m staring
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| Heavily sedating, wonder will I make it to the pearly gates, nigga?
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| Or will I burn off in that lake now?
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| When you feelin the earthquake shaking the dead awake
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| How many waited too late? |
| it’s over now
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| You niggas had a lack of faith so life ain’t straight, if you incapable
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| Having a little trouble, unable to feel ya soul
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| Better bleed the blood of Jesus
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| Watch how the majesty control it
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| Don’t let it go, slow down hold on
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| Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen
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| I’m feeling the Holy Ghost make ya moves soothe ya
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| Smooth, I’m able to free ya mind in the way that my God designed,
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| when the world drop dimes
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| This world, you’ll find there’s no other like my kind
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| If the world should end today
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| Fully automatic gunning through it
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| Gunning thangs, Redrum when strumming pain
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| Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollars
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| Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI
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| Enemies keep falling, and I’m off embalming fluid
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| Making me nauseous, cautious these niggas is flossing
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| Nina Ross tossed out on Slawson
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| It’s for the auction rapper pop a copper got gospel on 'em
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| Who wanna magnum, who wanna tag 'em
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| Bag 'em up no problem, baby (bitch)
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| Smoked out in high school
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| Sleeping at friends cribs selling chicken
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| Gotta get paid we in the kitchen
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| Cooking up yay away we go, go wit em
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| Whole lotta muthafuckin guns
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| Another fifth took one hood shot she split up
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| Don’t nobody get up, or everyone get lit up & hit up so hard it make ya sit up
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| sit up
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Make me push this panic button nigga
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| We movin' like the Panthers in the sixties
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| Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited
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| You with me nigga you wit me
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| Militant-minded, perfect timing it
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| Always on the incline and shit
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| Nigga that’s down for the grind and shit
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| Keepin' real niggas rewinding this
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| Deep in the ghetto in the streets of Cleveland
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| We call it thieving mind deceiving
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| Hear the reasons for hustling season
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| Bottom line money is power
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| And the power mean muscle
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| Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
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| Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle
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| Now nigga now what you gon' do when they come for you
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| Well I’ma tell you right now what we gon' do
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| Scream M-O-G and start blasting
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| Nigga never did like them boys in blue
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| No regards for authorities
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| Wanna dump a nigga up with the thorazine
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| Oh you invited to the bloody-ass whore scene
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| Know what I mean you betta get with the team
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| Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga
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| We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day
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| To let off these rounds it’s thunder, it’s thunder
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| Got my mind made up, and if niggas straight balling up outta control
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| Just as those hoes nigga rose
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| On a mission tryna get that dough
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| Separated mine through prose
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| Open and close just like a case
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| Place to place you’re feeling you’re safe
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| HB all up in my face
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| And it just ain’t safe it just ain’t safe safe
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| I’m knowing they want me to catch it in war
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| Boy, boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy
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| See me I’m stacked and ripping shit
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| Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats
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| Tattoos all over my body, seven on the stomach
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| Skull on my chest, nine millimetre in my pocket
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| Ready to buck on the crowd
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| As long as that one little nigga
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| Sagging and bragging and talking loud |
| Talking about he bout it, bout it
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| Nigga I got yo whole clique
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| Real niggas don’t run they mouth
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| Real niggas make moves and get rich
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| Rollin in an expedition
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| Thinking of a proposition
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| Settle my composition
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| Feeling relentless, fucking up ya condition
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| Mo murda competition
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| How many niggas on the frontline
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| Ready for whateva my nigga, with your tech nine
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| Nigga disrespect mine
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| I win, you lose the draw, full metal rip through thine spine
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| If you wanna listen to what I say
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| Hey gotta pay ya tuition
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| This ain’t no free exploit of an exhibit
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| Cause, my niggas, too exquisite
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| I’m so armageddon, this is my Smith & Wesson
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| Here’s a nice slug for you
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| And my nitrogen glyc bomb
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| Can land on them, nuke them all
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| Now watch when they all come stormin'
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| So one by one hit 'em up, they fall
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| Let off with a little frustration, bust my gun
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| Bullets hum
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Come Murder One, Come Murder One
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| Murder them all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murder One , by - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Song from the album BTNHRESURRECTION, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп