L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - Mo' Murder lyrics

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Hey, hey...

Chka-chka-chk-ah...

Chka-chka-chk-ah...

Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)

We comin to serve yaaaaa (murder)

Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)

Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)

I'm the hardest MC you ever heard in your life

Big Sloan and Layzie Bone homie, murder your wife

We come into your house and, leave your frame frozen

And tec smokin, 24's on a hang like Hulk Hogan

My group blow do's and 21 coast soldiers

Hit you hard in ya sternum, make ya chest touch ya shoulders

Hi Power vultures in a Caddy with coat vultures

Gorillas on the block that I bust off of stage coaches

California G's on, billboards and posters

Air Force Ones, black hoodies and Range Rovers

It's the takeover, on the block in a black Nova

With a sick-ass team with cats from Nova Scotia

A vest and two holsters, we pop like Orville Reden'

With 30-cals that flip like Mary Lou Retton

Uh-huh, you know we don't play them games

Lil' Lay and Big Sloan, yeah, spittin the flames

Nigga I'm a be sleepin with my boots on when the war pop off

Waitin for the thieves tryin to creep, sneak and pop my locks off

Run up on me if you wanna, it be murder she wrote

I'd rather be judged by twelve than dead and left for broke

Pick up the phone, call Sloan, "Nigga come over quick

Cause there's some bustas in the mix wanna have me carried by six

Bring the guns and extra clips, nigga watch a nigga flip"

We won't stop until they hit, fuck it, murder yo' clique

You know them bullets ain't got no names on 'em, they ain't prejudice dude

I ain't lyin, I ain't dyin, 'til I'm scheduled to

I'm ahead of you by two steps, maybe fo', five, six

Like Green Bay I lead the +Pack+, what'chu know 'bout this?

Niggaz know my hits, this ain't the first time I said it

Quick to leave a body shredded and yo' kids beheaded

Got a mil', nigga bet it, and I'm takin it all

Niggaz lames, they pathetic, I'm not takin the fall

It's a goddamn shame how we do these lames

Got the game on lock like shackles and chains

Mold a man up on your block, yes, once again

Enough beans to turn a crook into an honest man

One squeeze sends men to the promised land

Black hoodies, black boots, black guns, black clips

You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips

You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips bitch

There's a hell of a lot of ways to die, do somethin

Bullshittin'll have your life set up to lose somethin, uhh

Prove somethin, uhh, 'fore you take your last breath

Or those couple of steps, uhh

Catch a nigga by the drum baby, and leave him alone

He'll bleed in front of his children

And scope out haters' situations

It's all Mo Thug and that's how we do it baby, killers