Layzie Bone, Mo Thugs - Mo Murder lyrics

Hey, hey chka-chka-chk ah chka-chka-chk ah

Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)
We comin to serve yaaaaa (murder)
Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)
Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)

I'm the hardest MC you ever
Heard in your life
Big Sloan and Layzie Bone homie
Murder your wife
We come into your house and
Leave your frame frozen and tec smokin
24's on a hang like Hulk Hogan
My group blow do's and 21 coast soldiers
Hit you hard in ya sternum
Make ya chest touch ya shoulders
Hi Power vultures in a
Caddy with coat vultures
Gorillas on the block that I
Bust off of stage coaches
California G's on, billboards and posters
Air Force Ones
Black hoodies and Range Rovers
It's the takeover
On the block in a black Nova
With a sick-ass team with
Cats from Nova Scotia
A vest and two holsters
We pop like Orville Reden'
With 30-cals that flip like Mary Lou Retton
Uh, huh, you know we don't play them games
Lil' Lay and Big Sloan, yeah
Spittin the flames

Nigga I'ma be sleepin with my boots
On when the war pop off
Waitin for the thieves tryin to creep
Sneak and pop my locks off
Run up on me if you wanna
It be murder she wrote
I'd rather be judged by twelve than
Dead and left for broke
Pick up the phone, call Sloan
"Nigga come over quick
Cause there's some bustas in the mix
Wanna have me carried by six
Bring the guns and extra clips
Nigga watch a nigga flip"
We won't stop until they hit, fuck it
Murder yo' clique
You know them bullets ain't got
No names on 'em, they ain't prejudice dude
I ain't lyin, I ain't dyin
'til I'm scheduled to
I'm ahead of you by two
Steps, maybe fo', five, six
Like Green Bay I lead the +Pack+
What'chu know 'bout this?
Niggas know my hit's
This ain't the first time I said it
Quick to leave a body shredded
And yo' kids beheaded
Got a mil', nigga bet it
And I'm takin it all
Niggas lames, they pathetic
I'm not takin the fall

It's a goddamn shame how we do these lames
Got the game on lock like shackles and chains
Mold a man up on your block, yes, once again
Enough beans to turn a crook
Into an honest man
One squeeze sends men to the promised land
Black hoodies, black boots, black guns
Black clips you get all that shit if
You fuck with my chips
You get all that shit if you
Fuck with my chips bitch

There's a hell of a lot of ways to die
Do somethin
Bullshittin'll have your life set
Up to lose somethin, uhh
Prove somethin, uhh
'fore you take your last breath
Or those couple of steps, uhh
Catch a nigga by the drum baby
And leave him alone
He'll bleed in front of his children
And scope out haters' situations
It's all Mo Thug and that's
How we do it baby, killers