Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Murder On You (feat. Don Jagwarr)(2013) | Текст песни

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• Murder On You (feat. Don Jagwarr)(2013)

Don Jagwar
??? call me Don Jaguar. Wicked. Bad man! Down with the Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Bad man! ....???.... And we don't hurt people, we murda them!

Flesh-n-Bone
Murda, lay these bitches! Uh! I had to drop the card on some nigga that fucked up bad and dropped the ball. Ain't no thang to doin' em dead, to put in work, Flesh enforce da law! Whoever wanna test these nuts, come up on and run up on it. Got something to rip yo guts open. No they don't really want it!

Layzie
Smell the murder in the air, yeah, don't be scared. Hold your breath, nigga, this' St. Claire!
Where nothin' is fair, playa. Run up on me that's if you dare! The bullet'll tear a hole in your body, you better beware. So walkin' jack moves, you never gon' knock me out my square!

Wish
Better get him, no problem. You hostile suckas I get rid of. I see him, dispose of, no conscience! I deliver the realer. Rated R, hands on you. Fast closer, come through with nothin' left. Shh yeah. Attitude's cold! No sleep lost, fuck it! Let it go!

Bizzy
Then I come to kill you. What am I standin' here holdin' this knife for? Blood drippin' to the floorboard. What the fuck did you do?! (did you do?) Must've hurt one of my kids or said somethin' stupid about the Lord that I heard!

Krayzie
You see when it comes to original lyrical I'm in a miracle. I snuck in a couple subliminals, speed up the rhythm and leavin' em critical! Murder them minimum. All them, they gon' come get redrum. One verse, snuff 'em all, murk you (murk you, murk you)

Krayzie (-Chorus-)
You, you, you, you tried to run up on me, so we gon' have to put that, put that 'Murda On You!' (Pump, pump, pump, pump...) Jump up, come up they gon' see. Them see niggas get vicious wicked what the Bone do, Bone do! (Bone do, do, do, do...)

Bizzy
You know you crazy when niggas wanted you dead. I want them dead too. Red dot. Pop, pop, pop, pop. Now, let me bless you, let me bless you. Pull out my pistol blow, your brains out. Wake up in the same doctor's hands. Say I love you, man. Say what?

Layzie
12 gauge under trench, I'm leavin' you drenched, nigga, you bled blood! Ever since I got off the bench, I'm playin' the lynch, haters straight up! Say what? We make up to break up but wake up,
them Cleveland niggas is straight thugs and lookin' for shit to shake up!

Flesh
Feel the shock all the way to the brain. Clear the point from every stock. If you need it, believe we got. It's all just Mo Thug fuck the pride! I try to stay cool, calm, and keep my shit collected. Unless we only gon' use a few rounds and start wiping away sections

Wish
Dump, dump, dump, dump on em'. Get caught boy on the wrong corner. Hit 'em boss. Not big on the talk. I'm sickly amount like pneumonia! Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! I'm splittin' muthafuckas one shot straight head! No remorse, thug force, no need to beg I'm comin' prepared!

Krayzie
Strapped, strapped and ready to ride. Got the gat right at ya mind. We ready to put that 'Murda On You,' on you! Pump, pump, pump, pump...Straight to they heart. Murda, murda! All day they fall
Krayzie (-Chorus-) (x2)
You, you, you, you tried to run up on me, so we gon' have to put that, put that 'Murda On You!' (Pump, pump, pump, pump...) Jump up, come up they gon' see. Them see niggas get vicious wicked what the Bone do, Bone do! (Bone do, do, do, do...)

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