Murda Me“ ist ein Diss-Track, der sich an Tomica Wright, die Frau des verstorbenen Eazy-E und Chefin von Ruthless Records, richtet. Bizzy Bone schrieb diesen Song nach der Veröffentlichung seines Debütalbums „Heaven'z Movie“, das unter dem Ruthless-Label erschien. In dem Song drückt Bizzy Bone seine Frustration über Tomicas mangelnden Einsatz bei der Freigabe von Samples für mehrere Songs auf dem Album aus, was dazu führte, dass sie nicht auf dem endgültigen Release erschienen. Außerdem behauptete Bizzy Bone in Interviews, dass Tomica sich nach der Veröffentlichung des Albums weigerte, ihn angemessen zu bezahlen und ihm stattdessen sexuelle Gefälligkeiten anbot. Obwohl diese Behauptungen nicht bewiesen werden können, deutet der Text von „Murda Me“ stark auf die Möglichkeit einer solchen Situation hin. „Heaven'z Movie“ war das letzte Album von Bizzy Bone bei Ruthless Records, da es zu einem Streit mit seinen Bandkollegen von Bone Thugs führte. Diese Fehde, die sich um Tomica und das Label drehte, führte zu Bizzys Ausschluss aus der Gruppe für fast acht Jahre. „Murda Me“ wurde nach der Aufnahme im Internet geleakt und war auf keiner offiziellen Albumveröffentlichung enthalten. And the world is so sad... All I want you to do is murder me Murder me, murder me, murder me, murder me Please come murder me In the beginning it was Adam and it was Eve in whom we trusted Oh I believe in don't eat any forbidden fruit oh please don't touch it You think that I want you but no You know I don't And I would not risk my family for fantasy An illusion that moves the man in me, ho Oh, so blowed And don't even think of tempting me w/ ecstacy (Rewind the tape so I can hit it again) Even though we argue I call you the black widow Never will I fall in Indo, throw it out the window (Rewind, Goddammit!) Baby baby baby baby baby Think your body was banging, jim bag, but baby Gotta be crazy All these dope fiend bitches Go get that ass tested And conjour up a name and call all my niggas you put to rest And Lord bless him But the lord won't bless them You might also like Overdrive Hi-Rez LUNCH Billie Eilish BIRDS OF A FEATHER Billie Eilish Hey, In the beginning it was Adam and it was Eve in whom we trusted Oh I believe in don't eat any forbidden fruit oh please don't touch it It's my family for fantasy An illusion that moves the man in me, ho Oh, so blowed And don't even think of tempting me w/ ecstacy And touching me's like sex to me Even though we argue I call you the black widow Never will I fall in Indo, throw it out the window Baby baby baby baby baby Think your body was banging, jim bag, but baby Gotta be crazy All these dope fiend bitches Go get that ass tested And conjour up a name and call all my niggas you put to rest And Lord bless him But the lord won't bless them In the beginning it was Adam and it was Eve in whom we trusted Oh I believe in don't eat any forbidden fruit oh please don't touch it In the beginning it was Adam and it was Eve in whom we trusted In the beginning it was Adam and it was Eve in whom we trusted You think that I want you but no You think that I want you but no In the beginning it was got him, and got him, and got him I'd like to... embalm your body and do her like John Gotti Black widow, and (Sheeni's?) your pimp, ho Need a little expose, so you... just flip my papers then hey Gotta let them know, bitch you won't rape us, no! Probably smoking stones like your mama And I heard you're sucking dick Cause the pussy's got the heaven syph-i-lis And chicks in common gotta run away Watch you wither and say I told you so, I told you so, I told you Hey, get up out my head Hey, get up out my head Hey, get up out my head Hey, get up out my... 155 lbs, get it in feel it It's the wicked seduction It's the wicked seduction It's the wicked seduction All my niggas is fucking Niggas just straight buggin', buggin' And the world is so...

1994 [Intro: Jewell] For the love of money [Hook: Bizzy Bone & Flesh-N-Bone] Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now [Verse 1: Flesh-N-Bone & Jewell] Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my 9 And, bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk And fall in the night time, gotta get mine Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome Got a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit 'Cause once again it's on (For the love of money) To the dome with a fifth of Bourb' My wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out To pick up the triple six thug And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (For the love of money) Smoke up outta me bong So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades And a gauge, I'ma play Watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (For the love of money) Pullin' in the driveway Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up Bulldozed through the livin' room Hopped out of the car and started to blow up (For the love of money) Buck buck and a kaboom And blew all them bodies all over the room Them doomed, and gotta move fast Why? The po-po's comin' (For the love of money) Snatch up me yummy So nigga, don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad 'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (For the love of money) You might also like Love Language SZA Low SZA Thuggish Ruggish Bone Bone Thugs-N-Harmony [Verse 2: Layzie Bone & Jewell] I'm given up love to the hustlers, all them St. Clair thugstas Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet And you better believe, gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep (For the love of money) Steady on the grind, get mine Stayin' down for my crime, man I hit up the nine-nine Givin' up that yayo Makin' me sale, twenties, nickles, and dimes (For the love of money) Beat up and stick up a lick up, that 2-11 Gotta get what's mine, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin' Failin', 1-8-7 (For the love of money) That's how it is And I gots to have it in the nine-quad Mission to check a mil' And still be real, thuggin' on the Glock-Glock (For the love of money) Creepin' on the come up, won't sleep 'til I'm done up Gotta blaze me blunt up Hunt up another plot and scheme Gotta make some green cause soldiers nut up (For the love of money) What up? Gotta get that business on Even though the Buddha run me Stun me, feelin' lovely But I'm just in it for the love of the money (For the love of money) [Hook: Bizzy Bone, Flesh-N-Bone & Jewell] Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now (For the love of money) Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now (For the love of money, yeah) Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now (For the love of money) [Verse 3: Eazy-E & Jewell] Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks Aw shit! Here comes the motherfuckin' cops (For the love of money) So I dash, I ducks and I hides behind a tree Makin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me (For the love of money) Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah, I stuffed 'em Police on my drawers, I had to pause (For the love of money) And yeah, it's still motherfuck 'em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game (For the love of money) Eazy-motherfuckin'-E or Eric Wright, it's all the same Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip (For the love of money) I gotta have it, bitch [Hook: Bizzy Bone, Flesh-N-Bone, Eazy-E & Jewell] Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now (For the love of this shit) Gotta make that money, man (Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrr!) That money, man, it's still the same now (For the love of money) Gotta make that money, man That money, man, it's still the same now Gotta make that money, man That money, man (For the love of money) [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone & Jewell] When dough got me thugsta Thuggish ways, down for my crime every time Follow me down the nine-nine And you will find all of me kind (For the love of money) Check out the Ripsta now, drop down Run 'em up outta me hood Rip straight when makin' me grip with-a me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be (For the love of money) Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood Got nothin' to lose, bitch You better respect rip Or you best just check this slug (For the love of money) It's goin' down, steady pump And peel rounds, gunnin' witha me gang Bang, gotta make that money, man It's still the same, steady runnin' thing wild (For the love of money) And follow me now While I take you up into a barrel of a gun See, for the dub you're done For the bud, I run, for the love of money (For the love of money) [Verse 5: Krayzie Bone & Jewell] Gotta get down f

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