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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ~ Murder One
| Flesh We in the last 5 days of these trials & tribulations, and I'm waitin' for the Lord. Oh please don't leave me forsaken. Call out for the doom, preparin' for Satan. So we facin' the situation while I'm drunk, I'm stayin' heavily sedatin'. 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 and the dead awake. How many waited too late? It's over now. You niggas had a lack of faith, so life ain't straight. If you incapable, havin' a little trouble unable to fuel the soul? Better plead to the bloody Jesus. Watch how the majesty control it and don't let it go. Hold on, hold on now can I get a witness? Shout Hallelujah! A-Men! I'm feelin' the Holy Ghost make you move, soothe ya. Soon I'm able to free your mind in the way that my god designed. When I roll, drop dimes. Let's roll, you'll find there's no other like my kind. Bizzy Come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, murder them all. [*4] If the world should end todayfully automatic runnin' through and gunnin' thangs! Redrum when strummin' pain. Mo murder, I heard 'em holler, holler, clock dollars. Swallow me baby, cause we bold and hollow-point tips. And I see now enemies keep fallin'. Get 'em up, embalming fluid makin' me nauseous, cautious. These niggas is flossin', Nina Ross tossed out on Slawson. It's for the auction rapper, pop a cop and got gospel on him. Who want a Magnum? Who wanna tag him? Bag 'em up! No problem (baby), bitch! Smoked out in high school, sleepin' in friends' cribs. Sellin' chicken, gotta get paid, we in the kitchen, cookin' up lle'. Get away, go, go with him. Hold all the muthafuckin' guns. Let 'em feel it, bust one shot, just split up. Don't nobody get up or everyone get lit up. And hit up. So help 'em make you sit up (sit up) Come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, murder them all. [*2] Layzie Make me push this panic button, nigga we movin' like the Panthers in the 60's. Khaki suited, booted, Mo Thugs recruited. You with me, nigga you with me? Militant-minded, perfect timin' it. Always on it, inclinin shit, nigga thats down for the grind and shit. Keepin real niggas rewindin this. Deep in the ghetto, in the streets of Clevelandwe call it Thieveland, mind-deceivin, leavin' reasons for hustlin season. Bottom-line, money is power and the power mean muscle. Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling, nigga get down for his hustle (his hustle, hustle). What nigga, now what 'cha gon do when we come for you? Well, Ima tell you right now what we goin do! Scream, M-O, G. And start blastin, nigga never did like them boys in blue. No regards for authorities, 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 off these roundsits thunder, its thunder! I got my mind made up and them niggas straight ballin up outta controltestin souls, hoes, niggaroes, on a mission tryin to get that dough. Separate the minors from pros. Open and close just like a case, place-to-place, through city and statehaters be all up in my face and it just aint safe (it just aint safe!) Im knowin they want me a casualty of war, boy, boy! I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy. See me on stage rippin shittakin off my shirt and breakin them sweats. Tattoos all up over my body"7" on the stomach, skull on my chest. Nine-millimeter in my pocket, ready to buck (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) on the crowd. It's always that one lil nigga, saggin and braggin and talkin loud. Something about he bout it, bout it. Nigga, I doubt your whole clique. Real niggas dont run they mouth, real niggas make moves and get rich! Flesh Rollin in an Expedition, thinkin of a proposition, set up my composition. Feelin relentless, fuckin up your condition. Mo murda competition! How many niggas on the frontline ready for whatever? My nigga with yo TEC-9. Nigga disrespect mine! I win, you lose, the draw, whomever rip through thyne spine. If you wanna listen to what I say, hey, gotta pay your tuition, this ain't no free exploit of an exhibit cause my niggastoo exquisite. I'm so Armageddon, this is my Smith-n-Wesson. Heres a nice slug for you and my nitrogen-glyce' bomb can land on em, nuke em all! Now watch when they all come stormin' so and one by onehit em up, they fall! Let off with a little frustration, bust my gun, bullets haul! Bizzy Come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, murder them all. [*4] more free lyrics |