Текст песни Bone Thugs N Harmony - Mo` Murda
Bone Thugs N Harmony - Mo` Murda слова песни
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Krayzie:
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 with the Bone, when I grab that chrome,
gonna hawk ya down. Follow me roll, stroll down East
Ninety-nine. Gotta find these roll hoes. Nigga, if you woke up
and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood, I`m a real
thuggish nigga, so a I would have to kill you, so die. I throw
ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter.
Pain, nigga got too fucked up. Bang. Takin` no shorts, so fuck
you, 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
with the gun, (we shoot, they be dead), and Bone runnin` with
the gun, steady buckin`, leavin` them bodies dumped off alley
for
dead. "I`m here. Kill `em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that`s what
Ouija said. Gotta put one in your head. Bang. We comin`
to serve ya. Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Layzie:
Will I die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin` in the Land of
the Heartless, comin` up daily? Until-a me murder them all, I`m
never gonna fall, so I murder them, baby. Get `em up with a me
thugs, see `em on the corner, and they slangin` them drugs.
Givin` up shots out to the glock-glock: eighty-eight through
the ten-five, them killas be pumpin` them slugs. Niggas be fiendin`,
me dealin`, (they thought I spit) twelve gauge eruption, and
I `m on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me buckin`, and
bodies
be bustin`. Me killa with a buckshot. I`m a peel ya. #1 Assassin`s
still the realer nigga down for my crime. Niggas be down,
tryin` to stay to the grind. Niggas is goin` insane, takin` a
shot to the brain, and man. So, call it a shame, but what be
the thang
up off this murder game? And I`m feelin` not a bit remorseful.
My twelve gauge just so forceful. So, playa hate when I`m in
your town, a nigga me buckin` `em down. And I`m givin` up peace
to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge 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 comin` to serve ya with a nine cocked, and it`s ready
to pop, lettin` off shots, Layzie be screamin` out, "Murda, mo
murda."
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Wish:
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`
with 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 that me feel like I gotsta murder 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 murder. Better
pack that five, I`m feelin` like killin`, you`re dyin` tonight.
You don`t wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, pop don`t
stop. We yell about murda mo, finger on a trigger, Mo Thug let
go. We straight from Cleveland, clack back, nigga you`re
bleedin`. You don`t wanna fuck with Bone, pullin` that chrome.
Now, nigga, you`re gone. If you wanna die, bye. See you in
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.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Bizzy:
Eternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East ninety-nine,
follow me, grind, and all descendin` their body underground,
way down. Me ride and everyone dies, and I`m runnin` with my
killas and all of my thuggish-ruggish niggas, no lies. Druggin`
up bloody mo victims, get `em, get `em, that`ll be little RIPsta,
sinister, kill y`all, put `em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck
that nigga.
Hit `em up, inside mines be blowin` up, I`m dumpin`. Remember:
me spray `em, slay `em, gauge `em, layin` `em up off in a
coffin, ready to fade `em, to buck or to shoot with the twelve
gauge eruptions, creep out your seat, would ya? We come to
stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin`. For the love
of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang,
bang. Can`t resist to bump you, now pow, runnin` `em all off.
St. Clair thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when
a
thugsta stroll, forty-fours still pointed at the po-pos, stop
`em, drop `em, numb those `til they out cold, they froze. You
know,
nigga, we can`t be bluffin`. We bang insane. When I put one to
your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain.
Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.
Come bloody murda.