Murda Mo lyrics

by

Damian Marley


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 f*ckin' 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. n*ggas 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 n*gga know. n*ggas steady fakin' like they rollin'
With the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now n*gga 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

n*gga f*ck them po po when b*tch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore
Up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿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] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot
'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a n*gga fin to fled while
They layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break
n*gga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way
Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a n*gga wanna tell me how he quick to
Pull the trigger on a n*gga, 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]
n*ggas 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]. n*ggas 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 n*gga we watchin' you drop and foldin'
You swollen, stiff, and cold, and n*gga 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 f*ck with the tongue--they give us no competition
Wish got the gun, don't f*ck with #1. We never knew one that could f*ck 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

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net