Bone Thugs N Harmony - Murder One lyrics

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

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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