The Game - Murda lyrics
Dre I see dead people
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(or its)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda
Let's take a ride in my 64' impala
I'm your California tour guide
Show where the police let B-I-G die
They call it Los Angeles, I call it suicide!
I took a bullet in the heart and survived
So hit the switch, lean back, and enjoy the ride
Make a right on Green Leaf, but don't look to the side
Dem is Kelly Park Crips, they still mad Easy Died
That Seattle Mariner hat n---- that's South Side
Where Sarina's sister caught a stray bullet outside
Where they spray paint, baby lane in the street
You know Orlando Anderson from that death row beef
If you ever need some chronic take a trip to long beach
But aint no Bloods out there so take out them red strings
Insane and Rollin 20's Crips equal white sheets
Snoop will tell you, when it gets dark in the LBC its…
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(or its)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone and it's
Murda
Murda in the C-P-T,
Ask Dre his brother Tyeree got murdered in the street
I lost my brother too back in 93'
Pull over at the next light, let me grab us an O-E
This is Suge Knight's hood that's the Compton Swap meet
Them the n----- had Tupac dealin M-O-B
So we can walk across the street, eat
But I aint tryin die for no hamburger
And Leuders Park got beef
Out here Bloods kill Bloods, and Crips kill Crips
So Esses kick back cuz they aint got to do shit
When I was young they used to beef with Santana Block Crips
They take black and brown pride and put it in a full clip
I know Compton aint shit, but its home to me
I'm still a B-L double O-D
When we get to my hood, ill show you how to throw up a P
But put your fucken hands down n---- or its gonna be another
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(or its)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone and it's
Murda
We aint even been threw Watts yet
The LAPD cant even walk threw the projects
Nigga's plant their seeds and bury a coffin
And flowers never grow when the n----- in gardens
Today there been 10 murders in South Central alone!
The boys in the hood said Cube been gone to long
So take my advice, im talking to all rappers
When you eat a Roscoe's watch out for the chain snatchers
Take it off slow, or you might get killed
If the Grape Streets don't catch you, the 60's will
police don't give a fuck cuz they all rampart
And what happens in Crenshaw stays in Crenshaw
It's a jungle out there, but i take you to any hood
My brother is Mafia, I got family in Inglewood
Welcome to Killafornia, its where I live
The zip code is 187 and the city is…
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(or its)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone and it's
Murda
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Thanks to Jonny lok for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Angel for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Angel for correcting these lyrics
