? 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
Traduction: Les Thugs. Assassiner Mo.
Traduction: Mo Thugs And Family. Assassiner Mo.
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
bound to pass that Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a nigga, when I ain't have no ends hate Murder my foes, then I murder
I'ma brandish my Baretta So one mo' kill one mo' murder, one mo' homicide Challenge my authority, and I'ma show you how to ride [Hook] [Z-Ro] Mo City
exit wounds can be all in your tummy, from my tommy Mini 1-4 is what I ride with, cause thugs and murderers I reside with Beef with and beef with, murder
[Z-RO Talking] Guess who's back? (HAY) [laughs] That's right, king of the ghetto (HAY) The Mo city don, Z-RO the crooked (That's Right) That's my mothafuckin
s all in the game Look at what you did to me, I'm free but I'm still living on lie Everyday it's one mo' murder, one mo' partna that drop I wonder if
for life A thug nigga, a Guerilla Maab nigga A Killa Klan nigga, a Mo City nigga Mo City mean mo killers, mo blood spillers Mo burglars, mo murderers Mo kick door burglars, mo
[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 a
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
Heaven) 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
the 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
thinker 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
