13.Mo' Murda
Mr. ouija
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 tha
Ome, 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,
H, 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
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 dippe
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 you
D. bang! we aimin' to serve ya. mo m
Urda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.
Mr. ouija
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
thug
E '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 m
Lve 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 fo
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 f
' 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 ga
Umpstas. 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
Zie be screamin' out, 'murda, mo murda.'
Mr. ouija
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
Ga, 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
Ger, 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
glo
P, 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 bo
Ullin' 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,
Urda, mo murda.
Mr. ouija
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 a
L 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.
'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
Tion？ 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 resi
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
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
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