Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Performer
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Connor
Aaron Connor
Recording Engineer
DJ U‐Neek
Producer
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Executive Producer
Tony C
Tony C
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
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
Get shown by the bone when I grab that chrome
Then I honk your dome
Follow me, roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these Row hoes
Think if you woke up and all of a sudden
**** you was off in my hood?
I'm a real thuggish ****
So ah, I would have to kill ya, so die
I’d throw ya to the coffin
Pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter pain
**** got ya fucked up? Bang!
Taking no shorts, so fuck ya man
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Crazy insane to the brain
Hey we slay, **** who think we play
****, me deadly with the gun
Machete be dipped in rum
Runnin' with the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda, mo' murda
That's what Ouija said
Gotta put one in ya head, bang
We coming to serve ya
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Will I die of murda bloody mo murda
Living in the Land of the heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'mma murda them, baby
Get 'em up with me thugs
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the Glock Glock
Eighty-eight to the ten-five
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs
**** be fiendin' me daily
Me silence me twelve guage eruption
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin, still the realer ****
Down for my crime, **** be down tryin' to stay to the grind
**** is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man
So call it a shame but what be the thing up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful
My twelve guage just so forceful
So player hate when I'm in ya town
The ****, me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas
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 coming to serve ya
With the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
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
**** wanna die when fuckin' with
Mo thug **** we killed this bitch
Now you wanna catch some bang-bang
**** wanna die when I let my nuts hang
What is it in me makes me feel like I gotsta murda ya?
You slip when I’m high, pullin' my ticket, **** you die, soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five-five
I'm feelin' like killin', you dying tonight
You don't wanna hear that Glock pop
When the Glock pop-pop don't stop
We all about murda mo
Finger on the trigger, Mo Thug let go
We straight from Cleveland
Clack back, **** ya bleeding
You don't wanna fuck with Bone
Pullin' that chrome, now **** ya gone
If you wanna die, bye
See you in the 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
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Eternally thugstas die
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground
We down to ride and everyone dies
And I'm, rolling with my killas
And all of my, thuggish ruggish **** no lie
Chalkin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister killer
Y'all, put 'em in the river
Bodies shiver, fuck that ****
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off in a the coffin
Ready to fade 'em
To buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruptions
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my **** was bluffing
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays down for the murda 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 know, **** we can't be bluffing
We bang insane
When I put one to your temple
Mo murda then blow out ya brain
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Come, come again
Mo murda, mo murda
Written by: Anthony Henderson, Bryon McCane, Charles Scruggs, S.Howse, Tim Middleton, Tony C
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