Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Murder One lyrics

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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 ah 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

 Hook: Bizzy Bone

 Code Murder One, Code Murder One,
 Code Murder One, Code Murder One
 Murder them mo
 (4x)

 Verse 2: Bizzy Bone

 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

 Hook (2x)

 Verse 3: Layzie Bone

 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
 Millitant minded perfect timing it
 Always on the incline ah shit
 Nigga that's down for the grind ah 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
 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 ah 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 millimetre 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

 Verse 4: Flesh N Bone

 Mobbing in ah Expedition
 Thinking of ah 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 ah little frustration bust my gun
 Bullets haul

 Hook 4x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruthless Records

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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