Murder One Songtext

von Bone Thugs N Harmony

Murder One
Bizzy, Layzie, and Flesh
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Flesh
We in the last final days of these trials N tribulations and I'm waitin' for the Lord "Oh
Please don't leave me forsaken" call out for the new, prepared for Satan/ So we facin' a
Situation while I'm drunk, I'm scared; heavily sedated/ Wonder will I make it through the pearly
Gates nigga, or will I burn off in that lake now? When you feel the earthquake shake N' dead awaken
How many waited? Too late; it's over now/ Niggas have an lack of faith so life ain't straight
If you incapable/ Havin' a lil' trouble; unable to fuel the soul got to plead to the bloody Jesus
Watch how the majesty control it N' don't lt go, hold on, hold on, now, can I get a witness? shout "Hallelujah"
Amen! I'm feelin' the Holy Ghost makin' you move; soothe yo/u Soon I'm able to free your mind
In the way that my God designed when I roll drop dimes/ Let's roll; You find there's nobody like my kind

-Refrain (Bizzy)-
Come murda one...Murda them all

Bizzy
If the world should end today with the automatic gunnin' throu and gunnin' thangs/ Redrum!
We strumin' pain mo' murda I heard 'em holler, holler/ Clock dollars/ Swalow me baby cuz we
Bold N' Hollow point tipped, hennsied out/ Enemies keep formin'/ Get 'em up0; embalmin' fluid
Makin' me nauscious; cautious/ These niggas is flossin'/ Nina Ross touched down on Slawson(?)
It's for the auction rapper/ Pop a cop N' got gopsel on 'em/ Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag'em?
Bag 'em up/ No problem baby, bitch; Smoked out in high school; Sleepin' a friends crib, sell a chicken
Gotta get paid/ We in the kitchen cookin' up Yay'/ Get away, go, go with him/ Hold all the mutherfuckin' guns
Let 'em feel it; Bust one shot, just spit up/ Don't nobody get up and won't nobody get lit up
N' hit up, I'll make you sit up, sit up

-Refrain-

Layzie
Make me push this panic button/ Nigga, we movin' like them panthers in the 60's/ Khaki suited
Booted, Mo! Thugs recruited/ You with me, nigga, you with me? Militant mindin' it N' perfect
Timin' it/ Always on it; Incline N' shit/ Niggas that's down for the grind N' shit/ Keepin' real
Niggas rewindin' this/ Deep in the ghetto, in the streets of Cleveland; We call it Thieveland
Mind decievin' need the reason for hustla'z seasons/ Bottom line; Money is power and the power mean muscle
Money N' guns stacked up to the cielin'/ Nigga get down for his hustle...And nigga, now what you
Gon' do when they come for you/ Well, I'm a tell you right now what we gon' do; Scream "M-O" G
And start blastin'; Nigga never did like them boys in blue/ Now reguards for authority
Wanna dump a nigga up with the thorazine/ Oh, you invited to the bloody ass horror scene
Know what I mean? You better get with the team, position your soldiers, ready for war, nigga
Keep 'em way down under/ Nigga, been waitin' for the day to let these rounds; it's thunder, it's thunder
Got my mind made up N' a nigga straight ballin' up outta control/ Testin' souls, hoes, niggeroes
On a mission tryin' to get that dough/ Seperate the minors from pros/ Open and closed just like a
Case/ Place to place throu city N' state haters be all up in my face and I just can't stay safe...
I'm knowin' they want me a casualty of war boy, boy, I seek N' destroy any nigga that throw the decoy
See me, I'm stag rippin' shit takin' off my shirt N' breakin' them sweats tatooes all up over
My body; 7 on the stomch skull on my chest/ 9 milimeter in my pocket ready to buck(buck...)
On the crowd/ There's always that one lil' nigga saggin' N' braggin' N' talkin' loud/ Talkin' about
He 'bout it 'bout it/ Nigga, I doubt your whole clique/ Real niggas don't run they mouth
Real niggas make moves N' get rich

Flesh
Rollin' in an expedition, thinkin' of a proposition, set on my composition/ Feelin' relentless
Fuckin' up your condition/ Mo' Murder competition/ Now a niggas on the front line ready for
Whatever? Money come with your Tech 9/ Niggas; Disrespect mine/ I win, you lose, the draw
Whomever rip throu thine spine/ If you wanna listen to what I say, hey! Gotta make a tuition
To save the free of exploit of an exhibit cuz my niggas too exquisite/ Howse of Armageddon
This is my Smith N Wesson/ Here's a nice slug for you N' my nitrogen-glyc. bomb can land on 'em
Nuke 'em all/ Now watch where they all come from stormin' so one by one; hit' em up, they fall
Let off with a lil' frustration/ Bust my gun/ Bullets come

-Refrain-