| Hey, hey…
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| Chka-chka-chk-ah…
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| Chka-chka-chk-ah…
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| Mo murder, mo murder! |
| (murder)
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| We comin to serve yaaaaa (murder)
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| Mo murder, mo murder! |
| (murder)
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| Mo murder, mo murder! |
| (murder)
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| I’m the hardest MC you ever heard in your life
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| Big Sloan and Layzie Bone homie, murder your wife
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| We come into your house and, leave your frame frozen
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| And tec smokin, 24's on a hang like Hulk Hogan
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| My group blow do’s and 21 coast soldiers
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| Hit you hard in ya sternum, make ya chest touch ya shoulders
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| Hi Power vultures in a Caddy with coat vultures
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| Gorillas on the block that I bust off of stage coaches
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| California G’s on, billboards and posters
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| Air Force Ones, black hoodies and Range Rovers
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| It’s the takeover, on the block in a black Nova
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| With a sick-ass team with cats from Nova Scotia
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| A vest and two holsters, we pop like Orville Reden'
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| With 30-cals that flip like Mary Lou Retton
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| Uh-huh, you know we don’t play them games
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| Lil' Lay and Big Sloan, yeah, spittin the flames
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| Nigga I’ma be sleepin with my boots on when the war pop off
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| Waitin for the thieves tryin to creep, sneak and pop my locks off
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| Run up on me if you wanna, it be murder she wrote
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| I’d rather be judged by twelve than dead and left for broke
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| Pick up the phone, call Sloan, «Nigga come over quick
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| Cause there’s some bustas in the mix wanna have me carried by six
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| Bring the guns and extra clips, nigga watch a nigga flip»
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| We won’t stop until they hit, fuck it, murder yo' clique
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| You know them bullets ain’t got no names on 'em, they ain’t prejudice dude
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| I ain’t lyin, I ain’t dyin, 'til I’m scheduled to
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| I’m ahead of you by two steps, maybe fo', five, six
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| Like Green Bay I lead the +Pack+, what’chu know 'bout this?
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| Niggas know my hits, this ain’t the first time I said it
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| Quick to leave a body shredded and yo' kids beheaded
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| Got a mil', nigga bet it, and I’m takin it all
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| Niggas lames, they pathetic, I’m not takin the fall
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| It’s a goddamn shame how we do these lames
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| Got the game on lock like shackles and chains
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| Mold a man up on your block, yes, once again
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| Enough beans to turn a crook into an honest man
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| One squeeze sends men to the promised land
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| Black hoodies, black boots, black guns, black clips
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| You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips
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| You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips bitch
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| There’s a hell of a lot of ways to die, do somethin
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| Bullshittin’ll have your life set up to lose somethin, uhh
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| Prove somethin, uhh, 'fore you take your last breath
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| Or those couple of steps, uhh
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| Catch a nigga by the drum baby, and leave him alone
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| He’ll bleed in front of his children
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| And scope out haters' situations
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| It’s all Mo Thug and that’s how we do it baby, killers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mo' Murder , by - Layzie Bone. Song from the album The New Revolution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп