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.
-Krayzie Bone-
Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya/
Don't be fuckin' 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/ Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in
the river/ So many, better serve ‘em 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/ Hoe, put 'em on the ground with the
fofo, I just want to let a nigga know/ Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'
with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone/ Now nigga 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
-Krayzie Bone-
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
-Krayzie Bone-
Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya/ Let's pump that gore
up/ If I could just look up and see po po dyin.... 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 nigga fin to fled while they layin' in red/ All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break/ Nigga, gotta go, see you later, hoe, Leatherface gots to get away, way, way/ Say Leatherface gots to get away/ When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to pull the trigger on a nigga, but i’d really rather get up wit' ya/ Hey, easy, pop, steady murder them po-po now
-Krayzie Bone-
High-techs and khaki when attackin', popo there's really no place to run (Run)/
Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun (My
shotgun)/ Stun/ Blastin' when attackin' popos there's really no place to run
(Run)/ Niggas 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 nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin/
You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin
-Krayzie Bone-
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/ Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall
-Krayzie Bone-
We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue they give us no competition/
Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1/ We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue they give us no competition/ Fifth Dawg off the filth stay real, and Rip raw dawg, the clique
-Krayzie Bone-
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?
-Krayzie Bone-
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
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug Mentality 1999