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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.

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 慹m 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. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the fo-fo, 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.

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.

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' [憏in?yin抅 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, ho, 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抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy, pop, steady murder them po-po now.

High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po 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' po-pos 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'.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.,BR> 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.

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 fifth, and RIP, row dawg, the clique.

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?

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.



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