[Chorus x8]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So n***a you want to get tossed in the river?
n***a, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, n***a no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
n***a if you woke up and all of a sudden
n***a you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish n***a,
So a, I would have to k** ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
n***a got ta f**ed up bang
Taking no shorts so f** ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
k** 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay n***as who think we play,
n***a, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, k** 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
[Chorus]
Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them d**
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them k**as be pumpin' them slugs,
n***as be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve gauge eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
k**a, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one a**a**in's still the realer n***a
Down for my crime, n***as be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
n***as is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve gauge just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The n***a me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving 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,
n***a check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine co*ked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda
[Chorus]
Gotta k**, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies f**ed up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
n***a want to die when f**in' wid,
Mo Thug n***a we k**ed this b**h,
Now you want to catch some bang bang
n***a want to die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and n***a you die, soldier
Four k**as we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like k**in' you dying tonite,
You don't want to hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back n***a ya bleeding,
You don't want to f** wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now n***a ya gone
If you want to die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug k**as pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
[Chorus]
Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my k**as,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish n***as no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
k** y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, fu*k that n***a
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em gauge 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve gauge eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my n***as was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, n***a we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda