Dear Mr. Ouija/
Let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in a river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see the 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 Ninety-nine/ 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, uh, I would have to kill you, so die/ I’ll thug ‘til the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter/ Pain, nigga got too fucked up/ Bang/ Takin' no shorts, so fuck ya, 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, mechette be dipped, and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead/ "I'm here. Kill 'em all. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said/ Gotta put one in your head/ Bang/ We comin' to serve ya/ Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
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-Layzie Bone-
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 gon’ 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, eighty-eight through the ten-five, them killas be pumpin' them slugs/ Niggas me fillin', me dealin', me silence me twelve gauge eruption, and I 'm on the road of destruction, left steady be fussin', and bodies be bustin/ Me killa with a buckshot, I'm a peel ya/ #1 Assassin's still a 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 wet be the thang up off this murder game?/ And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful/ My twelve gauge just so forceful/ So, playa hate when I'm in your town, then nigga me buckin' ya down/ And I'm givin' up P’z 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 the nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out, "Murda, mo murda"
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-Wish Bone-
Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun, leavin' ‘em bodies fucked up/ Pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone/ Nigga, wanna die when fuckin' with Mo Thug, nigga, we killas, 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, nigga, ya die, soldier/ Four killas, we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murder/ 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 all about murda mo, finger on the 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 the gutter, let mama cry/ Watch Mo Thug killas pump, pump, put him in the ground with his head blown, gone/ Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
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-Bizzy Bone-
Eternally thugsta style/ Will I die of murda, now?/ East ninety-nine, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground, way down/ Me ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my thuggish-ruggish niggas, no lies/ Druggin' up bloody mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little Ripsta, sinister, kill y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga/ And I’m up inside, mines be blowin' up, I'm dumpin/Remember, me sprayed 'em, slayed 'em, gauged 'em, layin' 'em all up off in a 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 niggas was bluffin/ For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same with a bang, bang, bang/ Can't resist to bump you, now pow, run 'em all off/ St. Clair thangs/ Stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a thugsta stroll, forty-four still pointed at the po pos, stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til they out cold, they froze/ You know, nigga, we can't be bluffin/ We bang, insane/ When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain
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Mo murda, mo murda, come, come again (Bloody murder)
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album E. 1999 Eternal
Contains replayed elements from the game "Eternal Champions"