Krayzie Bone - Murda Mo Lyrics

Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man, kill 'em all, man
Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all

Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder mo'
Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder
Will ya die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die

Better watch that redrum
The bloody mo', murder mo', merger, it will learn ya
Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug with slugs
Rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood
Roll with the gun in my hand
And they can't understand how we ran wit' the murder mo'
Niggas pull triggers
And they really quick to put you in the river
Slow down, if you're slippin', don't fall
They get me, stick me bad
As they be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me wish you would never decease
It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim
And y'all will fall when I call my dogs
I'll be ready anytime you wanna go (ho)
Put him on the ground wit' the 4-4
I just wanna let a nigga know
Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' with the Bone
When they really wanna see the Bone go
Now nigga, you dead wrong
You better take a couple steps backwards
I'll collapse ya, cap to the player haters
Just remember we're pillin' you jealous back stabbers
Back stabbers (hey)

Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo
Da-da-da
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang)
Claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang (my thang, my thang)
My thang, my thang, my thang, my thang

Nigga, fuck them po-po
Well, bitch, I got an automatic (oh yeah)
Let's pump that gore up
If I could just look up and see po-po dyin'
I and I, I'd flip out my mind
Stoned up wit' the gauge
Little ripper, put the donut in the grave
Where they lay, then we play
AK-47, 357, even 187
I gotta gauge and you got a nine
But you better try to get your weapon out before mine
Shoot 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead
Then the nigga finna fled, while they layin' in red
All my OG homies, tell me when the police come, you pray
Nigga gotta go, see you later, ho
LeathaFace gots to get to get away, way, way
Said LeathaFace gots to get to get away

When a nigga wanna try me
I be quick to pull the trigger on a nigga
But I really wanna get it with ya
Hey, Easy, pop, steady murder them po-po now
Hide TECs in khakis when attackin'
Po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious where my clique is
Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun, stun
Blastin' when attackin'
Po-po, there's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious where my clique is
Gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun

Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Lettin' off slugs up into your soul and
You swollen stiff and cold and
Nigga, we watchin' you drop and foldin'
You swollen stiff and cold and
Nigga, we watchin' you drop and foldin'

Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall
Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall
Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall
Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo', murder them all, they fall

We never knew one who could fuck wit' the tongue
They give us no competition
Who's got the gun, don't fuck wit' number one
We never knew one that could fuck wit' the tongue
They give us no competition
For those that off the fifth, been real, load up the clip
Murder mo', murder mo', murder mo'
Murder them all they fall, they fall

Dear Mr. Ouija, dear Mr. Ouija
Dear Mr. Ouija, dear Mr. Ouija is it
Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo'
Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo'
Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo'
Murder mo', murder, murder mo', murder mo', mo'
Mo', mo', mo'

Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him
Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him
Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him
Stalk and toss him, put him in a coffin, that flossin' cost him

Rollin' up the St. Clair way
Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay (they lay)
Rollin' up the St. Clair way
Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the bed they lay (they lay)
Rollin' up the St. Clair way
Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay (they lay)
Rollin' up the St. Clair way
Wit' a big twelve gauge, in the bed they lay (they lay)