Murda On U

[Intro: Don Jagwarr] Anamanam call me Don Jagwarr Wicked, Bad man Down with the Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Bad man, gangsta for life We don't hurt people, we murder them [Flesh-N-Bone] (Murk and lay these bitches, uh) I had to drop the card on some nigga that fucked up bad and dropped the ball Ain’t no thang to doin' em dead To put in work, Flesh enforce da law Whoever wanna test these nuts come up on and try to [?] it Got something to rip yo guts open No they don’t really want it [Layzie Bone] Smell the murder in the air Yeah, don't be scared Hold your breath nigga this St. Claire Where nothin' is fair, playa Run up on me that's if you dare The bullet'll tear a hole in your body, you better beware So walkin' jack moves, you never gon' knock me out my square [Wish Bone] Better get him, no problem You hostile suckas I get rid of I see him, dispose of, no conscience I deliver the realer Rated R, hands on you Fast closer, come through with nothin’ left (Shh yeah) Attitude's cold, no sleep lost Fuck it, Let it go [Bizzy Bone] Then I come to kill you What am I standin' here holdin' this knife for? Blood drippin' to the floorboard What did you do?! (did you do?) You must've hurt one of my kids Or said somethin' stupid about the Lord (that I heard) [Krayzie Bone] You see when it comes to original lyrical I'm in a miracle I snuck in a couple subliminals, speed up the rhythm and leavin' em critical Murder them minimum All them, they gon' come get redrum One verse, snuff 'em all Murk you (murk you, murk you) [Hook: Krayzie Bone & Don Jagwarr] You tried to run up on me So we gon' have to put that, put that murder on you (on you) (Pump, pump, pump, pump) Jump up, come up they gon' see Them see niggas get vicious wicked what the Bone do, Bone do! (Bone do, do, do, do) Bone fire fire, blood splatter splatter [?] scatter scatter, let 'em rott (rott) (Buck, buck, buck) [x2] [Bizzy Bone] You know you crazy when niggas wanted you dead, you want them dead too Red dot, pop, pop, pop, pop Now, let me blast you, let me blast you Pull out my pistol blow, your brains out Wake up in the same doctor's hands Say I love you man (Same [?]) [Layzie Bone] Twelve gauge under the trench I'm leavin' you drenched, makin' you paint blood Ever since I got off the bench I'm playin' the lynch, haters straight up Say what? We make up to break up but wake up Them Cleveland niggas is straight thugs And lookin' for shit to shake up [Flesh-N-Bone] Finna the shock my the way to the brain Clear the point from every stock If you need it, believe we got It's all just "What the fuck your prob?" I try to stay cool, calm, and keep my shit collected Unless we only gon' use a few rounds and start wiping away sections [Wish Bone] Dump, dump, dump, dump on em' Get caught boy on the wrong corner Hit 'em boss, Not big on the talk I'm sick, lay 'em out like pneumonia Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead I'm splittin' muthafuckas one shot straight head No remorse, thug force, no need to beg I'm comin' prepared [Krayzie Bone] Strapped, strapped and ready to ride Got the gat right at ya mind We ready to put that murder on you on you (Pump, pump, pump, pump) Straight to they heart Murda, murda! All day they fall [Hook x2]