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LayzieWill I die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin' in the Land of the Heartless, comin' up daily? Until-a me murder them all, I'm never gonna fall, so I murder them, baby. Get 'em up with a me thugs, see 'em on the corner, and they slangin' them drugs. Givin' up shots out to the glock-glock: 88 through the 10-5, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. Niggas be fiendin', me dealin', me silence me twelve gauge eruption. And I'm on a roll. Total destruction, and steady me fussin', and bodies be bustin'. Me killa with a buckshot. I'm a peel ya. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigga down for my crime. Niggas be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. Niggas is goin' insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. So, call it a shame, but what be the thang up off this murder game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful. My twelve gauge is just so forceful. So, playa-hate when I'm in your town, and nigga me buckin' 'em down. And I'm givin' up P's to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. Drug 'em in gutters, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down. Nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when I'm comin' to serve ya with a nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out, "Murda, mo murda."

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BizzyEternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East 99, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground. We're down to ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my thuggish ruggish niggas, no lies. Chalkin' up bloody mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little Ripsta. Sinister, killer y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga. Hit 'em up. Inside, mines be blowin' up. I'm dumpin'. Remember me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, layin' 'em all up off in a coffin, ready to fade 'em. To buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruption? Creep out your seat, would ya? We come to stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin'. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang, bang. Can't resist to bump you, now pow, run 'em all off. St. Clair thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a thugsta stroll. Forty-fours still pointed at the po-pos, stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til they out cold, they froze. You know, nigga, we can't be bluffin'. We bang insane. When I put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain! 2ff7e9595c