Murda Mo

Krayzie:
Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda 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 you die, die, die, die, die, die, die. Die, die, 
die, die, die, die, die.

Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder,
 it will learn ya. Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who
 slug, rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood. Roll with
 the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran 
with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really 
quick to put you in the river. So many, better serve 
慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters, they 
be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would 
never deceive. It's keepin' me deep and they all be me 
victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my dogs. I'll be 
ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with
 the fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady 
fakin' like they rollin' with the Bone, when they really 
wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead wrong. You 
better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap
 to the playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you 
jealous backstabber, backstabber.

Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo.
 Die, die, die. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, 
my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my 
slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. 
claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ 
slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My thang, my thang. My 
thang, my thang.

Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya.

 Let's pump that gore up. If I could just look up and see 
po po dyin' [憏in?yin抅 flip up my mind. Stoned
 up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the
 grave. We're deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal
 187. I [I] gotta guage and you [you] gotta die, but you 
better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot 'em in
 the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to
 fled while they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell 
me when the police come you break. Nigga, gotta go, see you
 later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way. Say 
Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me 
how he quick to pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 
really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy, pop, steady murder
 them po-po now.

High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really 
no place to run [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique 
is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my shotgun]. Stun. 
Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to 
run [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta 
kill 'em all with my shotgun [my shotgun]. Rollin', 
rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off 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.,BR> 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 that could fuck with the tongue--they 
give us no competition. Wish got the gun, don't fuck with 
#1. We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they
 give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP,
 row dawg, the clique.

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 really mo murder, murder mo, 

murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? 
Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo 
murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo, mo, mo, mo?

Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' 
cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That 
flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a 
coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 
'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, 
roll, roll....] Rollin' with the St. Clair way with a big 
twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. 
Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin'
 with the St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave 
they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair way with a big twelve,
 in the grave they lay.