? Do you want to play, roll with the gun in me hand (Play, play, roll, hand) And they can't understand that We ran with the Murda Mo, Murda Mo, Murda Mo
Tradução: Los gamberros. Mo asesinato.
Tradução: Mo Thugs Y Familia. Mo asesinato.
Do you want to play, (play, play)? Roll (roll) with the gun in me hand (hand) And they can't understand that We ran with the murda mo, murda mo, murda mo
, We coming to serve ya, Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Will I die of murda bloody mo murda
G's and mo niggaz Get down or lay down, like Bennie Mack told niggaz Or meet the fo fo, nigga - I let the guns blow nigga I'm a rider - thug live til
) Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug
won't leave me alone thats my word Bout to turn a violation to a motherfuckin' murder I'm makin' collect calls to my old bitches Send mo pictures and
] Heyyy Got some static with some niggas on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll He's a rider now What they want from us mothafucken thug
Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool Always the young
heaven, you know! This is how it goes when we floss with foes Before I toss yo' hoe, it'll cost you mo' I do shows make a lot of dough, murder my foes
same night My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger Look through the paper it's another black crack murder
: [Talk] These is hard times we livin' in Churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky Murder, the good die young The good definitely die young This is
Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz
niggaz ain't think we was comin back on some real Political military workin the fields while these bustas stay in the crib Execution, murda mo murda, murder
me.. Ride wit me.. Who is that ckun wit the tongue Like the double X ward. talking out the neck like we wouldn't push forward. we murdered you niggas
the tempo Murda the instrumental Murda the rhythm I ride to the rhythm of murda Its murda This lyrical venom I serve a Gone kill 'um at minimal murda
