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mr. ouija
mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [-8]

krayzie
dear mr. ouija, let ´em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river? nigga, put ´em in the mud, see them pump blood. nigga, 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. nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood. i´m a real thuggish nigga, 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, nigga got too fucked up. bang! takin´ no shorts, so fuck you, man. claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies. kill ´em all. send them hoes up in flames. krayzie--insane to the brain. hey, we slay niggas who think we play. nigga, me deadly with the gun, machete be dipped 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, bloody 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. niggas 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 nigga down for my crime. niggas be down, tryin´ to stay to the grind. niggas 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 nigga 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. nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when i´m comin´ to serve ya with a nine cocked, 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 fucked up. pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. nigga, wanna die when fuckin´ with mo thug, nigga, we killers, bitch! now you wanna catch some bang, bang? nigga 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 nigga 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, nigga you´re bleedin´. you don´t wanna fuck with bone, pullin´ that chrome. now, nigga, 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 niggas, no lies. chalkin´ up bloody mo victims, get ´em, get ´em, that´ll be little ripsta. sinister, killer y´all, put ´em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga. 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 niggas 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, nigga, 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 bloody murda!) come come again! [-12]