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Mo Murder

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Mo Murder was released on January 18, 1995 by Power Entertainment, Inc. as a part of the album Deadly Verses

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I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

Well I'm that murderer cap peeler, creepin' up from behind

With nothin' but murder, I'm killin' at will and peelin' them caps with my nine

That **** that's known to bust, with thrust, rush you to the med

With lead up in ya head, you bled and now you dead

I creeps around, I found the clown

I'm down, the sounds, arounds, the pound, up on you in the M-town

Down with them stick-up boys, don't let me catch you slippin' fool

Get ya for cash, move on your ass, take you straight to jackin' school

I'll get hip **** for they cash, killin', stealin', dealin' on they ass

Rat-a-tat-a-tat my gat, runnin', gunnin', comin' up real fast

Blast with the quickness, nobody knows who I might kill next

Samoan effects, then Rex Flex, collectin' off them crazy checks

**** they wanna run up, but they know they can't fade me

'Cause I keep a gat in my stash with a clip, and I'm ready to rip

If they trip and talk shit, I'ma put a slug dead in they ass

Oh, I'm so buck, don't give a fuck, I'm ready to hurt a

**** that figure he's bigger, I pull the trigger, and commit murder

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'm just a crazy **** that's out for the gravy

Ain't nothin' of worth that can save me, I feel for whoever betrays me

I stays free of busta ass, **** and hoes, bitches too, which is true, this is true

All of you **** that try to talk shit, you get stitches too

I'll bust a cap in your ass, so ain't no tellin' when I'm on a killin' spree

I'm knowin', you better think twice, if you don't, I'ma blast when you fuck with me

I keep a nine by my side when I ride, 'cause I like to commit homicide

**** try to hide, but they see me finna slide, the clip and rip that ass open wide

Buckin' and buckin', got **** dodgin' and duckin'

My trigger fingers gettin' buck and see my victim, he's stuck

In a bad spot, 'cause the Glock went pop when I dropped that bitch to the ground so

I'm finna ball, 'cause I never just stall when I murder on the down low

**** talk shit like a bitch, and I pitch a fit, 'cause it's real vital

They knowin' that I'm goin' all off when I pull that 9 and get homicidal

And start killin' hard, fuck up and I'ma hurt ya

I'm dealin' and illin' and wheelin' and feelin' my heart for that mothafuckin' murder

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

Well, I'm a psychopathic lunatic, still got bitches up on my dick

I'm knowin' they goin', and flowin' and showin' they hoin' and growin' up on that trick

I stalk through the night with my gat and my mask, ready to make a sting on that ass

Ready to catch you runnin' reroutes from the cops while the knots comin' up through the pad

Pull out my 9, buck you one time, empty the whole clip in ya head

Fill you with lead, leave you for dead, you try to stay up, but I put you to bed

I'm the **** that's known for packin' the tone whenever it's on

I'm ready to bone to peel me some dome, trick, you through if I catch you alone

Charles Manson can't even phase me with a blade, when I'm in a rage

I'm makin' front page and packin' my gauge and this like my cage, when I'm up on stage

Doin' my thang, 'cause that's how I hang, I chill with my gang, 'cause we all slang

Deep in the game, you know my name, never no shame whenever I bang

I'm just a bad mothafucka, sucka, cluckers are even afraid of me

I'm paid to be this way you see, I stay a G in reality

So run up, and I'mma shoot fast on your ass, when I hurt ya

I blast you in the past, you'll never last with the mothafuckin' murder

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

I'd rather hear my uzi rat-a-ta-ta-tat-tat

I'd rather hear my uzi, I'd rather hear my uzi

Written by: Gangsta Pat

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