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Bone Thugs N Harmony
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Murder One
作詞:Anthony Henderson, Stanley Howse, Steven Howse, Byron Mc Cane, Tim Middleton, Charles Scruggs
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared
Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn off in that lake now Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over now
Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable Having a little trouble a day wid a fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus Watch how the majesty control it Don't let it go slow down hold on
Now can I get a witness shout, Hallelujah, Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind
Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo
If the world should end today Fully automatic gunning through it Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain Mo murda, I heard 'em holla, holla, clock dollas
Swallow me baby, 'cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing My Nina Ross tossed out, I'm slaucing
It's for the auction rapper bop the copper, got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby (Bitch)
Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on, go grym
Hold on, motherfucking gun Another fifth took one hood shot, she split up Talking 'bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up So huff and make it settle
Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo
Make me push this panic button, nigga We moving like the panthers in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You wit me, nigga, you wit me
Militant minded perfect timing it Always on the incline a shit Nigga that's down for the grind a shit Keeping real niggas rewinding this
Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling season Bottom line money is power
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And the power mean muscle Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling Nigga, get down for his hustle his hustle hustle Now nigga, now what ya gon' do when they come for you
Well, I'ma tell ya right now, what we gon' do Scream M O G and start blasting Nigga, never did like them boyz in blue No regards for authorities
Wanna dump, ah, nigga, up wid the ferozine Oh, you invited to the bloody ass whore scene Know what I mean you betta get wid the team 'Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga
We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder Got my mind made up and if niggas str8 balling up outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose
On a mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose Open and close just like a case Place to place ya feeling ya safe HB, all up in my face And it just ain't safe, it just ain't safe, safe
I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war Boy, boy, I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy See me I'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats
Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach Skull on my chest, Nine millimeter in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd As long as that one little nigga
Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about, he 'bout, it bout it Nigga, I got yo whole clik Real niggas don't run, they mouth Real niggas make moves and get rich
Mobbing in a expedition Thinking of a proposition Settle my composition Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition Mo murda competition
How many niggas on the frontline Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine Nigga disrespect mine How will you lose the chalk
For marrow rip through thine spine If you wanna listen to what I say Hey, gotta pay intuition This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit
'Cause, my niggas, to exquisite I'm so Armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson Here's a nice slug for you And my nitrogen glyc' bomb
Can land on them newly morgue I watch when they all come stormin' So when my one hit 'em up, they fall Let off wid a little frustration bust my gun Bullets haul
Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo
Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo
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