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some that ain't deserve a thang\nIf I could change that, it would all be rearranged\nBut what's done is done and I paid the price\nAnd now I'm like, \"Help me Lord\", to better my life, my life\nJust give me the chance to prove the world\nThat I can be the man that I am\nAnd I plan, on keeping it really, really slow and steady\n\nTime after time, find I question my life\nHow I went wrong, will it ever be right?\nWill I rise, will I fall, stand tall?\nContinue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know\n\nTime after time, find I question my life\nWhere I went wrong, will it ever be right?\nWill I rise, will I fall, stand tall?\nContinue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know\n\nSo now I'm headed to the Chapel and I'm fin' to try marriage\nIt's goin' down yeah, yeah, yeah, but what do ya know?\nWho woulda knew that would make situations worse\nAnd my curse, nothing I've tried seems to work\nAnd I drop to my knees and I pray, yes I pray\nAnd I wonder if I'll ever see a better day, I need a 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only God know\n[00:27.18] Growing up in the hood as a hard knock\n[00:29.13] I never knew nothing too much about young\n[00:31.26] My only concern was making my money\n[00:32.60] And running these streets as a thug\n[00:33.97] Instead of the birds and bees, I always talk to murderers and the G's\n[00:37.19] That coldness inside me, but I ain't trying to hurt nobody\n[00:40.01] Temptation is keeping me steadily going under\n[00:42.47] And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder\n[00:45.50] 'Cause I done caused so much hurt and pain\n[00:48.45] To some that ain't deserve a thang\n[00:49.94] If I could change that, it would all be rearranged\n[00:52.45] But what's done is done and I paid the price\n[00:54.57] And now I'm like, \"Help me Lord\", to better my life, my life\n[00:57.77] Just give me the chance to prove the world\n[01:00.24] That I can be the man that I am\n[01:01.87] And I plan, on keeping it really, really slow and steady\n[01:04.57] Time after time, find I question my life\n[01:08.09] How I went wrong, will it ever be right?\n[01:10.73] Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?\n[01:14.13] Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know\n[01:17.18] Time after time, find I question my life\n[01:20.06] Where I went wrong, will it ever be right?\n[01:23.12] Will I rise, will I fall, stand tall?\n[01:26.57] Continue asking, but I'm knowing, only God know\n[01:29.12] So now I'm headed to the Chapel and I'm fin' to try marriage\n[01:32.26] It's goin' down yeah, yeah, yeah, but what do ya know?\n[01:37.20] Who woulda knew that would make situations worse\n[01:39.17] And my curse, nothing I've tried seems to work\n[01:41.63] And I drop to my knees and I pray, yes I pray\n[01:45.46] And I wonder if I'll ever see a better day, I need a better day\n[01:48.66] I've seen much in my time and I think it was too much for my eyes\n[01:50.81] The wickedness pulling me closer to failure\n[01:52.69] Every time I think I'm rising, yeah\n[01:55.43] But you live and you 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funk bandit's back with more bounce to the ounce.\nIt's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, the funk-keeper, competition sweeper, known for makin' speakers bleed smokin' hella weed, givin' you what ya need, indeed.\nI'm nice.\nJewelery full of ice.\nThe industry ain't been the same, since I came to sprinkle my spice .\nTonight's the night, and we gonna all get lifted.\nRecognize the gifted, and how it's no fuckin' around in the westside district.\nGet it twisted, if you wanna.\nChoose your destiny.\nLeave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me. '\nCause right here playtime stops.\nOkay, rhymes flop, and all that real-deal shit hits top.\nSee I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge, and there ain't nothin' or nobody's that I've bought thus far.\nMy repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kickin' shit.\nAll the right shit to give a nigga a hit.\n\nIf you let's nothing hold you back, and your limit is the sky.\nPut your hands in the air and let's all get high.\nRoll up a fat one and pass it around.\n[...\nget high, get high, get high, and all get high, get high, get high.]\nLay back hypnotized to the funky sound/\nLay back with the Brat, just get on down.\nKrayzie Bone:\nLet's roll up a sack of the funk and smoke it together.\nNow how high can you go 'cause you know we can choke?\nTake it slow, we smoke and choke, 'cause you rolling with Mo.\nWe havin' a celebration.\nWe doing this all night.\nIf you wanna get away, you can play in my (?) times.\nAnd never forget it.\nMy nigga be doing this shit the thuggish way.\nBut have you thugged it with a thug lately?\nMe Krayzie, and nigga, we often got the bud blazin'.\nSo if you get high, better get with (?).\nHey, Brat, you wanna get weeded, fuck with your thugs out of Cleveland, stay P.\nO.\nD.'ded and tweeded, them leaves we blaze and we fiendin'?\nNow, can you feel this connect with So So Def: Mo Thug, my squad, and your posse?\nMy nigga we goin' be alright.\nSo come around everybody party down, get down, and let that real shit hit your chest, 'cause I know when I get that hydro, your nigga thugsta gave me some love.\nWant someone to bang and slang your dog?\nA couple of thugs from the cut.\nYou wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\nNigga, whatever, we could all get high, get high.\nThe shit we keep ya, got you hypnotized.\nHit it with me, dealin' with me.\nMy nigga pin me, get ya smoke on, man, 'cause if we go broke I won't feel bad.\nDa Brat:\nYeah.\nBut there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action.\nCertified platinum, slashin' bastards.\nDraw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me.\nI broke them all with fatality, visual shit that you can see.\nLeave synthetic niggas beef and smoke reefers with my peeps.\nGet deeper than the abyss.\nWatch me and your nigga creep.\nSky's the limits.\nDim the lights 'cause Krayzie got the hydro.\nInject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow.\nWe non-fictional characters carry grudges 'til it's dealt with.\nUnderestimate the wrong bitch and get your shit split.\nYou better light a spliff and mind your motherfuckin' business or get that ass put in the witness protection program 'til I'm finished.\nDiminished your entourage.\nThis my level, blind 'em like the VVS rocks, possess 'em like the devil.\nPushin' custom drop-tops.\nKeeps the ganja in the glove box, puffin' with crooked cops, and can't nothin' hold me back 'cause, nigga, my shit don't stop.\nYou wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\nI say, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\nWe could all get high, get high, get high, and all get high, get high, get high.","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.76]No stems, no seeds that you don't need.\n[00:16.75]Acapulco Gold is bad ass weed.\n[00:17.23]Da Brat:\n[00:18.05]Somebody call the cops.\n[00:18.64]Let 'em know the funk bandit's back with more bounce to the ounce.\n[00:19.00]It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, the funk-keeper, competition sweeper, known for makin' speakers bleed smokin' hella weed, givin' you what ya need, indeed.\n[00:19.37]I'm nice.\n[00:20.38]Jewelery full of ice.\n[00:26.51]The industry ain't been the same, since I came to sprinkle my spice .\n[00:29.48]Tonight's the night, and we gonna all get lifted.\n[00:31.95]Recognize the gifted, and how it's no fuckin' around in the westside district.\n[00:35.31]Get it twisted, if you wanna.\n[00:36.93]Choose your destiny.\n[00:38.01]Leave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me. 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shit split.\n[02:40.31]You better light a spliff and mind your motherfuckin' business or get that ass put in the witness protection program 'til I'm finished.\n[02:46.64]Diminished your entourage.\n[02:47.86]This my level, blind 'em like the VVS rocks, possess 'em like the devil.\n[02:50.92]Pushin' custom drop-tops.\n[02:51.82]Keeps the ganja in the glove box, puffin' with crooked cops, and can't nothin' hold me back 'cause, nigga, my shit don't stop.\n[02:57.93]You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n[03:00.11]I say, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n[03:01.57]We could all get high, get high, get high, and all get high, get high, get high.\n[03:07.42]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lets All Get High\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Redrum (Murda Mo Murda)\n  duration_ms: 99375\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: No stems, no seeds that you don't need.\n  start_ms: 13760\n  end_ms: 16750\n- text: Acapulco Gold is bad ass weed.\n  start_ms: 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68000\n  end_ms: 69690\n- text: Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound/\n  start_ms: 69690\n  end_ms: 70320\n- text: Lay back with the Brat, just get on down.\n  start_ms: 70320\n  end_ms: 72280\n- text: 'Krayzie Bone:'\n  start_ms: 72280\n  end_ms: 77750\n- text: Let's roll up a sack of the funk and smoke it together.\n  start_ms: 77750\n  end_ms: 79120\n- text: Now how high can you go 'cause you know we can choke?\n  start_ms: 79120\n  end_ms: 82410\n- text: Take it slow, we smoke and choke, 'cause you rolling with Mo.\n  start_ms: 82410\n  end_ms: 85020\n- text: We havin' a celebration.\n  start_ms: 85020\n  end_ms: 86390\n- text: We doing this all night.\n  start_ms: 86390\n  end_ms: 87470\n- text: If you wanna get away, you can play in my (?) times.\n  start_ms: 87470\n  end_ms: 90750\n- text: And never forget it.\n  start_ms: 90750\n  end_ms: 91940\n- text: My nigga be doing this shit the thuggish way.\n  start_ms: 91940\n  end_ms: 93510\n- text: But have you thugged it with a 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start_ms: 160310\n  end_ms: 166640\n- text: Diminished your entourage.\n  start_ms: 166640\n  end_ms: 167860\n- text: This my level, blind 'em like the VVS rocks, possess 'em like the devil.\n  start_ms: 167860\n  end_ms: 170920\n- text: Pushin' custom drop-tops.\n  start_ms: 170920\n  end_ms: 171820\n- text: Keeps the ganja in the glove box, puffin' with crooked cops, and can't nothin' hold me back 'cause, nigga, my shit don't stop.\n  start_ms: 171820\n  end_ms: 177930\n- text: You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n  start_ms: 177930\n  end_ms: 180110\n- text: I say, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n  start_ms: 180110\n  end_ms: 181570\n- text: We could all get high, get high, get high, and all get high, get high, get high.\n  start_ms: 181570\n  end_ms: 187420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 187420\nplain: |-\n  No stems, no seeds that you don't need.\n  Acapulco Gold is bad ass weed.\n  Da Brat:\n  Somebody call the cops.\n  Let 'em know the funk bandit's back with more bounce to the ounce.\n  It's Da Brat-tat-tat-tat, the funk-keeper, competition sweeper, known for makin' speakers bleed smokin' hella weed, givin' you what ya need, indeed.\n  I'm nice.\n  Jewelery full of ice.\n  The industry ain't been the same, since I came to sprinkle my spice .\n  Tonight's the night, and we gonna all get lifted.\n  Recognize the gifted, and how it's no fuckin' around in the westside district.\n  Get it twisted, if you wanna.\n  Choose your destiny.\n  Leave all that simple shit at home, and bring your fuckin' best for me. '\n  Cause right here playtime stops.\n  Okay, rhymes flop, and all that real-deal shit hits top.\n  See I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in charge, and there ain't nothin' or nobody's that I've bought thus far.\n  My repitoire full of wicked shit, lay back kickin' shit.\n  All the right shit to give a nigga a hit.\n\n  If you let's nothing hold you back, and your limit is the sky.\n  Put your hands in the air and let's all get high.\n  Roll up a fat one and pass it around.\n  [...\n  get high, get high, get high, and all get high, get high, get high.]\n  Lay back hypnotized to the funky sound/\n  Lay back with the Brat, just get on down.\n  Krayzie Bone:\n  Let's roll up a sack of the funk and smoke it together.\n  Now how high can you go 'cause you know we can choke?\n  Take it slow, we smoke and choke, 'cause you rolling with Mo.\n  We havin' a celebration.\n  We doing this all night.\n  If you wanna get away, you can play in my (?) times.\n  And never forget it.\n  My nigga be doing this shit the thuggish way.\n  But have you thugged it with a thug lately?\n  Me Krayzie, and nigga, we often got the bud blazin'.\n  So if you get high, better get with (?).\n  Hey, Brat, you wanna get weeded, fuck with your thugs out of Cleveland, stay P.\n  O.\n  D.'ded and tweeded, them leaves we blaze and we fiendin'?\n  Now, can you feel this connect with So So Def: Mo Thug, my squad, and your posse?\n  My nigga we goin' be alright.\n  So come around everybody party down, get down, and let that real shit hit your chest, 'cause I know when I get that hydro, your nigga thugsta gave me some love.\n  Want someone to bang and slang your dog?\n  A couple of thugs from the cut.\n  You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n  Nigga, whatever, we could all get high, get high.\n  The shit we keep ya, got you hypnotized.\n  Hit it with me, dealin' with me.\n  My nigga pin me, get ya smoke on, man, 'cause if we go broke I won't feel bad.\n  Da Brat:\n  Yeah.\n  But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in action.\n  Certified platinum, slashin' bastards.\n  Draw shit faster than Eastwood, you wish you could be like me.\n  I broke them all with fatality, visual shit that you can see.\n  Leave synthetic niggas beef and smoke reefers with my peeps.\n  Get deeper than the abyss.\n  Watch me and your nigga creep.\n  Sky's the limits.\n  Dim the lights 'cause Krayzie got the hydro.\n  Inject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slow.\n  We non-fictional characters carry grudges 'til it's dealt with.\n  Underestimate the wrong bitch and get your shit split.\n  You better light a spliff and mind your motherfuckin' business or get that ass put in the witness protection program 'til I'm finished.\n  Diminished your entourage.\n  This my level, blind 'em like the VVS rocks, possess 'em like the devil.\n  Pushin' custom drop-tops.\n  Keeps the ganja in the glove box, puffin' with crooked cops, and can't nothin' hold me back 'cause, nigga, my shit don't stop.\n  You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n  I say, you wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna fly?\n  We could all get high, get high, get high, and all get high, get high, get high.\n"},{"id":31902164,"name":"Murda Mo'","trackName":"Murda Mo'","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"The Legends Underground, Pt. 1","duration":94.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo'\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: The Legends Underground, Pt. 1\n  duration_ms: 94000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":30898029,"name":"Murda Mo","trackName":"Murda Mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality 1999 CD2","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality 1999 CD2\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":20030323,"name":"Murda Mo","trackName":"Murda Mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality 1999 Disc 2","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality 1999 Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":18994106,"name":"Murda Mo","trackName":"Murda Mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality Disc 2","duration":259.32395,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality Disc 2\n  duration_ms: 259324\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":15504080,"name":"Murda Mo","trackName":"Murda Mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality 1999 - CD 2","duration":257.5066624,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality 1999 - CD 2\n  duration_ms: 257507\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":10062842,"name":"Murda Mo","trackName":"Murda Mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality 1999","duration":256.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality 1999\n  duration_ms: 256000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":37213310,"name":"murda mo","trackName":"murda mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73] Krayzie:\n[00:01.23] Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78] 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55] 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25] murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17] die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32] Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51] Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01] that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35] with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36] the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52] they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62] keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13] dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71] fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17] with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82] wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33] playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03] Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38] my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09] thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34] thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09] Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37] up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98] Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18] deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80] [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83] 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77] they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16] Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66] Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21] pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45] pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52] High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27] Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71] shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35] [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38] [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33] and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09] You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06] murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67] We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89] Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91] tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80] dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49] Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96] murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32] murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33] mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50] tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81] 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54] coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30] St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24] St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42] Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27] way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: murda mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality\n  duration_ms: 258000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":39229950,"name":"Murda Mo","trackName":"Murda Mo","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Thug Mentality 1999 Disk 2","duration":258.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.73]Krayzie:\n[00:01.23]Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n[00:08.78]'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n[00:12.55]'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n[00:19.25]murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n[00:25.17]die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n[00:31.32]Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n[00:34.51]Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n[00:37.01]that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n[00:40.35]with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n[00:43.36]the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n[00:46.52]they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n[00:49.62]keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n[00:52.13]dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n[00:56.71]fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n[01:00.17]with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n[01:02.82]wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n[01:06.33]playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n[01:11.03]Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n[01:17.38]my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:22.35]thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n[01:28.09]thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n[01:34.34]thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n[01:35.09]Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n[01:37.37]up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n[01:40.98]Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n[01:44.18]deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[01:48.80][you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n[01:51.83]'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n[01:55.77]they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n[01:58.16]Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n[02:01.66]Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n[02:07.21]pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n[02:09.45]pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n[02:12.52]High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n[02:16.27]Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n[02:18.71]shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[02:22.35][run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[02:25.38][my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n[02:29.33]and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:33.09]You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n[02:36.55]Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n[02:40.06]murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:43.51]Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:45.78]Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n[02:50.67]We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n[02:52.89]Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n[02:58.91]tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n[03:03.80]dawg, the clique.\n[03:04.82]Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n[03:08.49]Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n[03:22.96]murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n[03:29.32]murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n[03:34.33]mo, mo, mo?\n[03:36.25]Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n[03:41.50]tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n[03:47.81]'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n[03:51.54]coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n[03:54.30]St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n[03:56.24]St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n[04:01.42]Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n[04:04.27]way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n[04:07.41]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Thug Mentality 1999 Disk 2\n  duration_ms: 257507\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: 'Krayzie:'\n  start_ms: 730\n  end_ms: 1230\n- text: Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  start_ms: 1230\n  end_ms: 8780\n- text: '''em all. Murder y''all, kill ''em all, man. Kill ''em all man. Murder y''all, kill'\n  start_ms: 8780\n  end_ms: 12550\n- text: '''em all, kill ''em all, kill ''em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,'\n  start_ms: 12550\n  end_ms: 19250\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  start_ms: 19250\n  end_ms: 25170\n- text: die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n  start_ms: 25170\n  end_ms: 31320\n- text: Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  start_ms: 31320\n  end_ms: 34510\n- text: Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  start_ms: 34510\n  end_ms: 37010\n- text: that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  start_ms: 37010\n  end_ms: 40350\n- text: with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  start_ms: 40350\n  end_ms: 43360\n- text: the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  start_ms: 43360\n  end_ms: 46520\n- text: they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  start_ms: 46520\n  end_ms: 49620\n- text: keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  start_ms: 49620\n  end_ms: 52130\n- text: dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  start_ms: 52130\n  end_ms: 56710\n- text: fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  start_ms: 56710\n  end_ms: 60170\n- text: with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  start_ms: 60170\n  end_ms: 62820\n- text: wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  start_ms: 62820\n  end_ms: 66330\n- text: playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n  start_ms: 66330\n  end_ms: 71030\n- text: Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  start_ms: 71030\n  end_ms: 77380\n- text: my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 77380\n  end_ms: 82350\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  start_ms: 82350\n  end_ms: 88090\n- text: thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  start_ms: 88090\n  end_ms: 94340\n- text: thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n  start_ms: 94340\n  end_ms: 95090\n- text: Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  start_ms: 95090\n  end_ms: 97370\n- text: up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  start_ms: 97370\n  end_ms: 100980\n- text: Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  start_ms: 100980\n  end_ms: 104180\n- text: deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  start_ms: 104180\n  end_ms: 108800\n- text: '[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot'\n  start_ms: 108800\n  end_ms: 111830\n- text: '''em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while'\n  start_ms: 111830\n  end_ms: 115770\n- text: they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  start_ms: 115770\n  end_ms: 118160\n- text: Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  start_ms: 118160\n  end_ms: 121660\n- text: Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  start_ms: 121660\n  end_ms: 127210\n- text: pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  start_ms: 127210\n  end_ms: 129450\n- text: pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n  start_ms: 129450\n  end_ms: 132520\n- text: High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  start_ms: 132520\n  end_ms: 136270\n- text: Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  start_ms: 136270\n  end_ms: 138710\n- text: shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  start_ms: 138710\n  end_ms: 142350\n- text: '[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill ''em all with my shotgun'\n  start_ms: 142350\n  end_ms: 145380\n- text: '[my shotgun]. Rollin'', rollin'', rollin'', layin'' them slugs off into your soul,'\n  start_ms: 145380\n  end_ms: 149330\n- text: and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 149330\n  end_ms: 153090\n- text: You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  start_ms: 153090\n  end_ms: 156550\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  start_ms: 156550\n  end_ms: 160060\n- text: murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 160060\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 165780\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  start_ms: 165780\n  end_ms: 170670\n- text: We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  start_ms: 170670\n  end_ms: 172890\n- text: 'Wish got the gun, don''t fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the'\n  start_ms: 172890\n  end_ms: 178910\n- text: tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  start_ms: 178910\n  end_ms: 183800\n- text: dawg, the clique.\n  start_ms: 183800\n  end_ms: 184820\n- text: Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  start_ms: 184820\n  end_ms: 188490\n- text: Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  start_ms: 188490\n  end_ms: 202960\n- text: murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  start_ms: 202960\n  end_ms: 209320\n- text: murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  start_ms: 209320\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: mo, mo, mo?\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216250\n- text: Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  start_ms: 216250\n  end_ms: 221500\n- text: tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  start_ms: 221500\n  end_ms: 227810\n- text: '''em in a coffin''. [That flossin'' cost him.] Stalkin'', tossin'', put ''em in a'\n  start_ms: 227810\n  end_ms: 231540\n- text: coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 231540\n  end_ms: 234300\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  start_ms: 234300\n  end_ms: 236240\n- text: St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  start_ms: 236240\n  end_ms: 241420\n- text: Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  start_ms: 241420\n  end_ms: 244270\n- text: way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n  start_ms: 244270\n  end_ms: 247410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 247410\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":20300746,"name":"Murda Mo (Fuck 'Em Y'All)","trackName":"Murda Mo (Fuck 'Em Y'All)","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Leathaface - The Legends Underground","duration":94.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo (Fuck 'Em Y'All)\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Leathaface - The Legends Underground\n  duration_ms: 94000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"},{"id":27454562,"name":"Murda Mo' (Fuck 'Em All)","trackName":"Murda Mo' (Fuck 'Em All)","artistName":"Krayzie Bone","albumName":"Leatha Face-The Legends Underg","duration":94.284417,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Krayzie:\nMurda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\nmurder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\ndie, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\nBetter watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\nDon't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\nthat blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\nwith the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\nthe river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\nthey be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\nkeepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\ndogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\nfo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\nwith the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\nwrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\nplaya haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\nHey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\nmy thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\nthang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\nthang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\nNigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\nup. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\nStoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\ndeadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\nthey layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\nNigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\nSay Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\npull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\npop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\nHigh-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\nNiggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\nshotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\nand you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\nYou swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\nmurder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\nWe never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\nWish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\ntongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\ndawg, the clique.\n\nMurder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\nOuija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\nmurder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\nmurder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\nmo, mo, mo?\n\nStalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\ntossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\ncoffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\nSt. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\nClair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\nway with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Murda Mo' (Fuck 'Em All)\n  artist: Krayzie Bone\n  album: Leatha Face-The Legends Underg\n  duration_ms: 94284\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Krayzie:\n  Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill\n  'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill\n  'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,\n  murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,\n  die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.\n\n  Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.\n  Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'\n  that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran\n  with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in\n  the river. So many, better serve 慹m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,\n  they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's\n  keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my\n  dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the\n  fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'\n  with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead\n  wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the\n  playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.\n\n  Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim\n  my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my\n  thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My\n  thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.\n\n  Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore\n  up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [憿in? yin抅 flip up my mind.\n  Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're\n  deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you\n  [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot\n  'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while\n  they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.\n  Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.\n  Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to\n  pull the trigger on a nigga, but i抎 really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,\n  pop, steady murder them po-po now.\n\n  High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].\n  Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my\n  shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run\n  [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun\n  [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,\n  and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n  You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall., BR> Murder, mo\n  murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.\n\n  We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.\n  Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the\n  tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row\n  dawg, the clique.\n\n  Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.\n  Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,\n  murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo\n  murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,\n  mo, mo, mo?\n\n  Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',\n  tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put\n  'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a\n  coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll...] Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the\n  St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.\n  Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair\n  way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.\n"}]