Blu, Oh No, Brandi Price - Murder Case lyrics

Murda uh
Murda (yeah)
Murda was the case that they gave me uh
Murda yeah
Murda murda was the case that they gave me

John Barnes versus LA County
Heard the streets got a bounty for
The words in my mouth
Piece reads, "Rest in peace"
My heart shattered in pieces
Homies already postin' up posthumous pieces
In my mind I'm in a mural on the wall
I can hear my whole heart and soul sayin'
"Fuck y'all"
Niggas back to havin' no reason to bust off
'One felony and you don't get
To have a gun' law
You don't know, you could be gone in a blink
Children didn't make it home
But they all on TV


My daughter one year older than Jay-Z's
And every year child support is
Runnin' me eight Gs
Wallet in my pocket and I can't pay the fee
My daughter off the bottle
Ain't seen her baby teeth
Whole world see me smilin' on
The cover of my album
But, I'm walkin' out my house like Malcolm

Murder
Uh, murder was the case that they gave me
My tints shady, shoulda bought that Mercedes
Instead I bought a Caddy
Rollin' over niggas daily
Shit, I actually did roll over somebody once
Almost had to put the body in the trunk
Drunk, spent the night before smokin' blunts
Spiked punch shot out rear view mirrors with
The dice in the front

Six months for them devilish, hell is this
Evidence
Hunched on my shoulders, all before that
Heaven-sent somebody put a price on my halo
The game is to be sold and heads
Is gettin' what they paid for
All white suit in that boug' burg' coupe
Said only two words, heard first word "Shoot"
Somebody 'bout to get what they came for
(Who?) murder was the case that they gave me

Murder murder
Murder was the case that they gave me murder
Uh yeah
Murder murder was the case that they gave me

John Barnes versus the County of Los Angeles
Paparazzi cameras flashin' and
There was scandal
Hard to face allegations and accusations
Sittin' behind bars fightin'
Against probation violations
The plaintiff got the whole
Nation waitin' impatient
For me to get shot by a
Cop or some niggas hatin'
Like they don't know my repetoire and
What I rep it for
We got our weapons drawn "one more step
Mr barnes we thought killin' children would
Make you more calm
We even still on the street
Ain't face a day behind bars
We leave you locked up for life
Inject death in your arms
What you need us to do
Load nukes and drop bombs?"
The Count of LA versus John Barnes
Tryna cripple my arms so I can't write songs
Tryin' to intimidate my moms
'cause they killed Trayvon
Throw they load on my lawn like
I'm the one doin' wrong
It ain't a man on earth I
Would ever back down from
He think I'm a punk because
This four-pound spun some?
Some niggas don't jump, some niggas don't run
Some niggas get killed and wasn't
Scared of the gun
And I ain't never tried to kill
A man in thirty-three years
'Til the day my mama had
To cry burgundy tears you pop shit
You know the opposite of purple is fear
Test me, fuck around and get murdered
It's clear
Self-defense goes long as the gun laws
And some don't want y'alls
The right to bear some arms above all
Who's to say every fight fought is fair?
And I'm fair skinned
Still I'd rather not from dark
You wake up, I'm in front yard
You walkin' out your front yard
Next thing you know you facin'
Time for a gun charge?
All it takes is one guard to
Take a life from y'all
It's crazy, they murdered you and framed me

Murder murder
Murder was the case that they gave me murder
Yeah murder
Uh murder was the case that they gave me