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    "Rumors And War" Lyrics

    Mo Thugs feat. Flesh N' Bone

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    Two blocks from the war niggas die for that infantry
    If I lay me down to sleep, I die for that S-see-T
    Mo' murda's jumpin' on that Clairside for the late night
    Rumors and war just cannot fuck with them soldiers, boy

    [Verse 1: Tombstone]
    Boy tried to ride, yeah he died
    The trigger just slipped up under my fingertips
    Now, another nigga dead
    Cause that lead speak for itself
    And murder be said, the nigga had me in red
    But I be damned if the murder (...?...)
    These warriors and rebels, we never failed to slug yet
    Don't get get until we get the snitches that's hatin' the playas
    Never knew Tombstone worked to slay ya
    Trick ass niggas, we comin' to lay ya
    Don't think po-po can save ya
    The Yard's ready to grave ya
    Snap, cripple, then I popped his ass, to whom it's concerned
    The lesson to be learned
    You'll get burned to a crisp
    They cleanin' your urn
    And you're about to achieve
    But I'm sick and tired of you niggas talkin' shit
    I'm sick and tired of you niggas startin' shit, rumors and war
    Just cannot fuck when them soldiers, boy

    [Verse 2: Gates]
    Put 'em all in the dirt when my glock pop slugs
    I'm slippin' up out this chamber
    When my glock cocked, danger
    This hustla, just givin' on up to the gangsta shifter
    Clair soldier, gonna stalk ya, pulls the lever
    Do a homicide, a murder,
    That's the way Mo Thugs gonna serve ya
    Ya takin' a buck and closin' that trunk
    I'm sendin' that body to Hades
    I'm slangin' mo slugs 'round Mo Thugs, bitch
    These niggas, them crazy, insane, see
    Is this nigga when I handle that chrome
    We stayin' home to escape the murderous game
    We pray them soldiers live another day

    [Hook 1]
    Hello, hello, infantry
    You niggas can't fuck with the S-see-T's
    This click too muthafuckin' strong
    My niggas be thuggin' all year long

    [Verse 3: Sin]
    Straight for destruction, pray they comin' for eternal torture
    Mental forces cold deformin' and then distortin'
    Set a nigga up for a slaughter
    Wicked illusions keep confusin', dilutin' my (rage...?)
    Try to duck and dodge, don't never want to be a casualty
    So, stop, take a breath
    Brought a gauge
    Cause a nigga be damned if I go back in that cage
    Pump 'em off with a slug, I'm a thug
    Got to buck 'em, coppers off in that grave
    And it's much too late, I can't be saved
    I tried to pray, so death is the only way
    Deep in hell is where I stay
    I suffer tortures, all them wars and stompin' soldiers
    Infantry movin' in, then we come to destroy ya
    Lure ya into a trap and snap that back
    So ya better be equipped and pack that gat
    Don't slack
    Them skulls they crack and work in the dirt
    Now my [party] laid back

    [Hook 2]
    We are Mo Thugs
    Mighty, mighty warriors
    Gauges loaded
    Ghetto bound soldiers

    [Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone]
    (Credit hustlas, them bouncin' the top)
    I'm chillin' off on my block, feelin' nasty
    Droppin' down to them SCT's
    Pullin' triggers on bitches stay down on Double-glock
    Me kill ya
    Murder plots for the money, servin' em bloody mo redrum
    Wet 'em in a battle, had a little nigga gun gun blast
    Buckshot blows you too with a forty-four magnum
    And it was laughin' at you
    Mad for the dash for safety
    Bet you this spray on this one in his head and gone
    Runnin' through this Mo Thug town, dumpin' bullets
    [check the time]
    What the fuck? they want to test Flesh Bone
    And I make 'em all bow down.
    (?) givin' up (?) praise to the Wastleland
    You see its so shitty when the people keep deep in the creep up
    And make it, man
    And if you claim you untame us, stay down for your shit
    Let your nuts hang
    Better believe a gang of Mo Thug-ass niggas
    They true to this shit, let us reign home
    My chrome, decapitate a playa hater, pap, pap
    Peelin' is life, and I'm rollin
    Always remember soldier boys
    We packin' two blocks from the war
    Cockin' 'em back, poppin' em, bitch, you be foldin
    We told you
    This song was submitted on August 12th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Arran Baldwin, Anthony Henderson, Stanley Howse, Actavius Mills, Paul O'neal.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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