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(feat. Mo Thugs) [Big Sloan:] Hey, hey... Chka-chka-chk-ah... Chka-chka-chk-ah... [Chorus x2: Mo Thugs] Mo murder, mo murder! (murder) We comin to serve yaaaaa (murder) Mo murder, mo murder! (murder) Mo murder, mo murder! (murder) [Big Sloan:] I'm the hardest MC you ever heard in your life Big Sloan and Layzie Bone homie, murder your wife We come into your house and, leave your frame frozen And tec smokin, 24's on a hang like Hulk Hogan My group blow do's and 21 coast soldiers Hit you hard in ya sternum, make ya chest touch ya shoulders Hi Power vultures in a Caddy with coat vultures Gorillas on the block that I bust off of stage coaches California G's on, billboards and posters Air Force Ones, black hoodies and Range Rovers It's the takeover, on the block in a black Nova With a sick-ass team with cats from Nova Scotia SongtexteA vest and two holsters, we pop like Orville Reden' With 30-cals that flip like Mary Lou Retton Uh-huh, you know we don't play them games Lil' Lay and Big Sloan, yeah, spittin the flames [Chorus] [Layzie Bone:] Nigga I'm a be sleepin with my boots on when the war pop off Waitin for the thieves tryin to creep, sneak and pop my locks off Run up on me if you wanna, it be murder she wrote I'd rather be judged by twelve than dead and left for broke Pick up the phone, call Sloan, "Nigga come over quick Cause there's some bustas in the mix wanna have me carried by six Bring the guns and extra clips, nigga watch a nigga flip" We won't stop until they hit, fuck it, murder yo' clique You know them bullets ain't got no names on 'em, they ain't prejudice dude I ain't lyin, I ain't dyin, 'til I'm scheduled to I'm ahead of you by two steps, maybe fo', five, six Like Green Bay I lead the +Pack+, what'chu know 'bout this? Niggaz know my hits, this ain't the first time I said it Quick to leave a body shredded and yo' kids beheaded Got a mil', nigga bet it, and I'm takin it all Niggaz lames, they pathetic, I'm not takin the fall [Chorus] [Thin C:] It's a goddamn shame how we do these lames Got the game on lock like shackles and chains Mold a man up on your block, yes, once again Enough beans to turn a crook into an honest man One squeeze sends men to the promised land Black hoodies, black boots, black guns, black clips You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips bitch [Dre Ghost:] There's a hell of a lot of ways to die, do somethin Bullshittin'll have your life set up to lose somethin, uhh Prove somethin, uhh, 'fore you take your last breath Or those couple of steps, uhh Catch a nigga by the drum baby, and leave him alone He'll bleed in front of his children And scope out haters' situations It's all Mo Thug and that's how we do it baby, killers [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania