Royce da 5'9", Mélanie Rutherford - Murder lyrics

I got a phone call
Six in the morning, anonymous, that said
"yeah nigga
We got him" and then they hung up
Then I looked down at my iPhone
At the private number saying "Who the fuck
Is this" to the dial tone i said fuck it
The next second my phone buzzes
My nigga's wife said nigga's just
Ran up on cousin
What niggas? She said it was
Some rappers from Ohio
That been out here known
For banana bone thugging
Ran up on him and did what then?
She said they stomped him at
The club then pandemonium erupted (Murder)

Going through my mind
Is she telling me shots was fired
Them Ohio nigga's is rock supplying
Heated, stop answering
Start spending them niggas calls
Every time he went to see him
He went in them rented cars
So it was even harder to
Find him so they figured
They'd go to the D tomorrow and surprise him
Did they kill him? "Nah
They only shot a couple times
Heard they was hitting walls" The
Nerve of these niggas' balls
Who was he with? "He was with Tre"
He in the hospital too?
"Nah" Needless to say, call you back
I called up Tre, Tre answered, I said
Hey man, keep it real fam
Why the fuck you still standing?
He said, "Nickel I'm a killer, not a fighter
So I got up out the way
Because my weight's a lot lighter
Them niggas was big so I slid
But I promise on my kids
We can get them, I know where them niggas is"
Where them niggas at then? I
Heard what their crew do real niggas
If y'all was in my shoes what would you do?

You going murder

Jumped up, pumped up
Feeling like Manson Malvo Groucho
My bitch staring out me, I'm out though
I ain't visting cuz in the hospital
Till I got at least one of them
Nigga's chain in my hand like Alpo
Car headed to where Tre at
Eject the BI to put in TI, skip to (ASAP)
He off of the freeway in the projects
I hit the exit without blinking
To thinking in the process
Tre come running out with a
Fully on some hot shit
I'm like weapons ain't a thing
Killing is the object
What was you doing when they was
Kicking all on my fam?
He said, "Nickel, we about
To get them niggas, goddamn
Why you got to be so obnoxious?"
What? Just tell me where them niggas at
Before I take your ass hostage
He said "Alright around six around five
Of them niggas was riding around here
In a maroon Crown Vic" i said alright
Pulled out of the lot and made right
You in the car that fit the description
Say goodnight you got to pay the price
Tre said, "There they go in the alley
Sitting in the car they
Probably blazing right
And they can't see us cause we behind them"
This ain't the time
"But what if this our only
Opportunity to find them" i said you right
Pulled into the alley and seen two people in
Front of them niggas' car taking out garbage
I said wait till these people finish
They innocent soon as they go back in their
Cribs we going to finish it
No sooner than a second after
Tre jumps out of the passenger side blasting
Past them niggas we here to kill
Hitting them innocent bystanders
Tearing their trash up
Our enemies jumped out of
Their car waving badges
They all shooting at me
Nobody blazing at him this ain't adding up
Car in reverse, now I'm mashing
Leaving Tre behind
Even though it's some questions that
I got to ask him

Murder

Burning rubber away from there in
A bullet riddled car
Trying to piece this shit together
Hitting the boulevard
If them niggas is the police
What the fuck is Tre?
He ain't dead or in jail by
Now then he the other way
Snitch or pig, I got to talk to my cousin
That nigga setting me up then
I'm a lift his lid
That nigga know how hostile my reactions
I call and try to find out
What hospital he at then
Every nigga pickup just laugh when I ask
Have you heard about cuz getting smashed
Maybe I'm the ass then
Head hurting like a motherfucker
Looking for a gas station
Now a nigga need a fucking aspirin
I hear a familiar ringtone from my phone
It's my bitch texting me telling
Me don't come home
I'm thinking damn should I text back, why me
My phone starts ringing it's Tre on the ID
He said
"Them niggas tried to get me but I slid"
He want to tell me in person
Meet me at my crib i said nigga please
I threw the phone out the window rolled over
It crushed it into a million pieces
I hit the blinker quick then hit the highway
If I'm a be a target y'all know
I'm a do it my way
After I rolled for a few hours I'd say
I was tired after I got out of the tri-state
Can't help but feel like another lame exposed
Pulling up to an old telly
In the rain and cold