KRAYZIE BONE

KRAYZIE BONE - Murda Mo lyrics

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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

tha bloody mo murder mo merger it will learn ya

don't be fuckin with the thug to thug slug

rippin them guts and drippin that blood

roll with tha gun in my hand

and they can't understand how we ran wit da murder mo

niggas, were jealous and they ?

They get me, stick me

playa haters they be quick when they pull out they weapon

me wish you would never decease

its keeping me deep and they all be me victim

and on da phone when i call my dogs

I'll be ready anytime you wanna go, (ho)

put him on tha ground wit da 4-4

I just wanna let a nigga know

niggas steady fakin like they rollin with da 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 playa 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) (my thang my thang)

claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang,

(my thang my thang) (my thang my thang)

claim my thang to slang, claim my thang to slang,

(my thang my thang) (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, my thang,

(my thang)

Nigga fuck them po-po we betcha gotta automatic (oh yeah)

lets pump that bore up

If I could just look up and see po-po dyin I and I I'm flippin my mind

stoned up wit da gauge little rip'll put tha donut in the grave

where they lay, then we play wit da AK-47, 357, even 187

I gotta gauge and you got a gun

but cha better try to get ya weapon out before mine

shoot em in da head, but you make sure they dead,

then da nigga fin da fled, while they layin in red

call my OG homies tell me when the po-lice come you pray

nigga gotta go, see ya later ho, leatherface gots to get to ?

stay leatherface gots to get to ?

when a nigga wanna try me

had da heata wit da trigger on a nigga

but I really, really get it witcha

hey, Easy, pop, steady murder dem po-po now

I can stay packin when attackin po-po theres really no place to run

niggas get viscous wit my clickas gotta kill em all with my shotgun, stun

blastin when attackin po-po theres really no place to run

niggas get viscous wit my clickas gotta kill em all with my shotgun

rollin, rollin, rollin, baby thats thugs 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 homie could fuck wit da tongue

they give us no competition

whos got the gun don't fuck wit number one

we never knew homie could fuck wit da tongue

they give us no competition

if ya ? ? ? ? ?, feel real, reload da clip

murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder them all they fall, they fall

Dear Mr. Oiuja, Dear Mr. Oiuja

Dear Mr. Oiuja, Dear Mr. Oiuja is it

many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo mo

many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo mo

many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo mo

many mo murder, murder, mo murder mo mo

mo mo ..mo

stalkin toss em put em in a coffin ?

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rollin in da st. clair way

wit a big 12 gauge in da grave they lay (they lay)

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