Krayzie Bone Murda mo Lyrics:
KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

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]
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gotta nine, 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.
Lyrics: Murda mo, Krayzie Bone [end]