Bone Thugs N Harmony Mo' Murder Lyrics

Mo murda, mo murda come, come again.

Krayzie:
Dear Mr. Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is, so n____, you wanna get tossed in the river? n____, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood.
n____, 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. n____, if you woke up and all of a sudden, n____, you was off in my hood, I'm a real
thuggish n____, 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, n____ got too f___ed up. Bang. Takin' no shorts, so f___ you, man. Claim my thang to slang them b_____ bodies. Kill
'em all. Send them hoes up in flames. Krayzie insane to the brain. Hey, we slay n____s who think we play. n____, 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, b_____ 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. n____s 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 a__assin's still the realer n____ down for my crime. n____s be down,
tryin' to stay to the grind. n____s 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 n____ 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. n____, check my thang, the way that we swang,
when I'm comin' to serve ya with a nine c___ed, 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 f___ed up. Pump, pump to the
ground, better leave it alone. n____, wanna die when f___in' with Mo Thug, n____, we killed this b____? Now you wanna catch
some bang, bang? n____ 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 n____ 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, n____ you're
bleedin'. You don't wanna f___ with Bone, pullin' that chrome. Now, n____, 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 n____s, no lies. Druggin'
up b_____ mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little RIPsta, sinister, kill y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, f___ that n____.
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 n____s was bluffin'. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang,
bang. Can't resist to b__p 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,
n____, 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 b_____ murda.