Wish Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun.
Nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when I'm comin' to serve ya with a nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out, "Murda, mo murda." Drug 'em in gutters, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down. And I'm givin' up P's to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. So, playa-hate when I'm in your town, and nigga me buckin' 'em down. So, call it a shame, but what be the thang up off this murder game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful. Niggas is goin' insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. Niggas be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigga down for my crime. Total destruction, and steady me fussin', and bodies be bustin'. Niggas be fiendin', me dealin', me silence me twelve gauge eruption. Givin' up shots out to the glock-glock: 88 through the 10-5, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. Get 'em up with a me thugs, see 'em on the corner, and they slangin' them drugs. 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. Mo m urda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said. Nigga, me deadly with the gun, machete be dipped and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for dead. Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies.
Bang! Takin' no shorts, so fuck you, man. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter. I'm a real thuggish nigga, so ah, I would have to kill you, so die. Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood. Nigga, no love me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down. Ouija, let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood. Ouija Mo murda, mo murda, come come again!
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