Mo' Murda

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! *8

Krayzie
Dear Mr. Ouija, let 'em know who the boss is, so nigg*, you wanna get tossed in the river? nigg*, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood. nigg*, no love me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down. Follow me roll, stroll down East 99. Gotta find these roll hoes. nigg*, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigg*, you was off in my hood. I'm a real thuggish nigg*, so ah, I would have to kill you, so die. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter. Pain, nigg* got too fked up. Bang! Takin' no shorts, so fk you, man. Claim my thang to slang them blood bodies. Kill 'em all. Send them hoes up in flames. Krayzie--insane to the brain. Hey, we slay who think we play. nigg*, me deadly with the gun, machete be dipped in rum and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for dead. "I'm near. Kill 'em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said. Bet I put one in your head. Bang! We aimin' to serve ya. Mo m
urda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! *8

Layzie
Will I die of murder, blood 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: 88 through the 10-5, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. be fiendin', me dealin', me silence me twelve gauge eruption. And I'm on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me fussin', and bodies be bustin'. Me killa with a buckshot. I'm a peel ya. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigg* down for my crime. be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. 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 is just so forceful. So, playa-hate when I'm in your town, and nigg* me buckin' 'em down. And I'm givin' up P's to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. Drug 'em in gutters
, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down. nigg*, check my thang, the way that we swng, when I'm comin' to serve ya with a nine c*cked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out, "Murda, mo murda."

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! *8

Wish
Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun. Leavin' them bodies fked up. Pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. nigg*, wanna die when fkin' with Mo Thug, nigg*, we killers, b*tch! Now you wanna catch some bang, bang? nigg* wanna die when I let my nuts hang? What is it in me make me feel like I gotsta murder ya? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger, and nigg* you die, soldier. Four killas, we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda. Better pack that pipe, I'm feelin' like killin', you're dyin' tonight. You don't wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, glock don't stop. We yell about murda mo, finger on a trigger, Mo Thug let go. We straight from Cleveland, clack back, nigg* you're bleedin'. You don't wanna fk with Bone, pullin' that chrome. Now, nigg*, get gone. If you wanna die,bye. See you in a 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.

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! *8

Bizzy
Eternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East 99, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground. We're down to ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my thuggish ruggish , no lies. Chalkin' up blood mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little Ripsta. Sinister, killer y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, fk that nigg*. Hit 'em up. Inside, mines be blowin' up. I'm dumpin'. Remember me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, layin' 'em all up off in a coffin, ready to fade 'em. To buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruption? Creep out your seat, would ya? We come to stay, found out none of my was bluffin'. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang, bang. Can't resist to bump you, now pow, run '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 k
now, nigg*, we can't be bluffin'. We bang insane. When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain!

Mr. Ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, (come blood murda!) come come again! *12