Mo' Murda 歌词
| 歌曲 | Mo' Murda |
| 歌手 | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| 专辑 | E 1999 Eternal |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... | |
| Mr. ouija | |
| Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8] | |
| Krayzie | |
| Dear mr. ouija, let 'em know who the boss is, so ******, you wanna get tossed in the river? ******, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood. ******, 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. ******, if you woke up and all of a sudden, ******, you was off in my hood. i'm a real thuggish ******, | |
| 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, ****** got too ****** up. bang! takin' no shorts, so ****** 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 ******s who think we play. ******, 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 | |
| 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 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. ******s 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 ****** down fo | |
| Crime. ******s be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. ******s 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 ****** 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. ******, check my thang, the way that we swang, when i'm comin' to serve ya with a nine ****ed, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots | |
| Zie 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 ****** up. pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. ******, wanna die when ******' with mo thug | |
| Ga, we killers, ******! now you wanna catch some bang, bang? ****** 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 ****** 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, ****** you're bleedin'. you don't wanna ****** with bo | |
| Ullin' that chrome. now, ******, 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 | |
| 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 a | |
| L of my thuggish ruggish ******s, 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 *******ver, ****** that ******. | |
| '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 ******s 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, ******, 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] |
| zuo ci : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... | |
| Mr. ouija | |
| Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! 8 | |
| Krayzie | |
| Dear mr. ouija, let ' em know who the boss is, so , you wanna get tossed in the river? , put ' em in the mud, see them pump blood. , 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. , if you woke up and all of a sudden, , you was off in my hood. i' m a real thuggish , | |
| 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, got too up. bang! takin' no shorts, so you, man. claim my | |
| To slang them bloody bodies. kill ' em all. send them hoes up in flames. krayzieinsane to the brain. hey, we slay s who think we play. , 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 | |
| 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? untila 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 glockglock: 88 through the 105, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. s 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 down fo | |
| Crime. s be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. s 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, playahate when i' m in your town, and 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. , check my thang, the way that we swang, when i' m comin' to serve ya with a nine ed, and it' s ready to pop, lettin' off shots | |
| Zie 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 up. pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. , wanna die when ' with mo thug | |
| Ga, we killers, ! now you wanna catch some bang, bang? 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 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, you' re bleedin'. you don' t wanna with bo | |
| Ullin' that chrome. now, , 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 | |
| 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 a | |
| L of my thuggish ruggish s, 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 ver, that . | |
| ' 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 s 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. fortyfours still pointed at the popos, stop ' em, drop ' em, numb those ' til | |
| Out cold, they froze. you k | |
| Now, , 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 |
| zuò cí : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... | |
| Mr. ouija | |
| Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! 8 | |
| Krayzie | |
| Dear mr. ouija, let ' em know who the boss is, so , you wanna get tossed in the river? , put ' em in the mud, see them pump blood. , 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. , if you woke up and all of a sudden, , you was off in my hood. i' m a real thuggish , | |
| 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, got too up. bang! takin' no shorts, so you, man. claim my | |
| To slang them bloody bodies. kill ' em all. send them hoes up in flames. krayzieinsane to the brain. hey, we slay s who think we play. , 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 | |
| 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? untila 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 glockglock: 88 through the 105, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. s 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 down fo | |
| Crime. s be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. s 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, playahate when i' m in your town, and 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. , check my thang, the way that we swang, when i' m comin' to serve ya with a nine ed, and it' s ready to pop, lettin' off shots | |
| Zie 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 up. pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. , wanna die when ' with mo thug | |
| Ga, we killers, ! now you wanna catch some bang, bang? 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 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, you' re bleedin'. you don' t wanna with bo | |
| Ullin' that chrome. now, , 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 | |
| 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 a | |
| L of my thuggish ruggish s, 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 ver, that . | |
| ' 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 s 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. fortyfours still pointed at the popos, stop ' em, drop ' em, numb those ' til | |
| Out cold, they froze. you k | |
| Now, , 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 |
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