Snoop Dogg - Murder Music (feat. Jadakiss, Busta Rhymes, Potter Payper, Benny the Butcher) lyrics

What it do, Loc? yeah
We up in this motherfucker
On some murder murder, kill kill shit (Uh)
Yeah, some real Hip-Hop shit

With so much drama in these London streets
It's kinda hard like a G
For me to stay free, but I somehow, someway
Stop myself from killing motherfuckers
Like every single day murder music
Lucky I ain't bring my Gucci flow
A'ight, who's involved? I leave
That pussy pookie low suit's and coats
I show you all the do's and don'ts
Weed smoke, gun smoke, but it's usually both
Being broke on fake love, I'm immune to both
Now I kill verses and
Keep features as mementos
I stay down tеn-toes and ran
This shit up tenfold I'ma bring my knife
And that's rеgardless of the dress-code
I make sure they come to Death Row
Call that beef, they let go
It's enough to make the dead roll
Spinnin' in their graves Potter got H
But, it's all peanut butter
They ain't meetin' deadlines
Probably need a couple days
I need a couple million off the back
Cah I came up sellin' crack
Now I got paper on my name

Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
(The Butcher comin', nigga)
(Uncle Snoop) Murder music
Mur-murder music (yeah)

Yo, murder music
Just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they
Wipe they prints off they hammers
I'm really like that
I ain't just write this shit for the camera
I did in my city what
Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah)
Cash saved for insurance
Them bad days wasn't for us (Nah)
Still hood
Roach clips and the ashtrays on my foreign
(Haha) in LA
R&B bitch drunk with her hands around me
The night Swizz introduced me to
Nas at a Grammy party (Uh, huh)
When my shrimp introduced me to hard
I had grams around me (No)
A star player never asks for the ball
They just playin' around me
Niggas heard I took a shot
They was askin' if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his
Eyes when that trigger got pulled huh

Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music (yeah)
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music (Ha ha)

Yeah, some come through the water (Uh, huh)
Some come through the border (Uh)
Some of them get caught
But, that's dependin' on the porter (Yup)
Old niggas hidin', young niggas slidin'
(Ughn) I'm bein' a man just
Protectin' and providin'
My only concern is if it cooked right
(That's it)
My chain yellow, way the diamonds set up
It make it look white (O oh)
Kill you for nothin' 'cause they petty (Uh)
Cut into dog food with the fetti (Yup)
They young but they ready (They ready)
No crowd, I get my applause off the beat
I'm a boss so I make sure all of us eat
(All of us)
Say, a couple funerals'll bring a
War to a cease (Woo) and remember
It ain't no reward for the streets
This is not normal (Nah) dickey suit is how
We dress formal (yeah)
The way I'm ridin' these
Tracks like a porno (Woo)
Aight then, what's up then?
(What's up?) I'm bustin'
Every control substance I touched it
I know it's disgustin' (Agh)
I'm just stackin', call me El Guapo
(Uh, huh)
And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo
(Never)
Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos
(Woo)
A lot of niggas frontin' like they nice
But they not though
Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up
(Soak that up)
They done pulled my coat, nigga
The GOAT got up, what's up?

Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music (Yo) mur-murder music

I only got time to murder shit
I bang 'em while deafening both ears
(Uh, huh) when I'm makin' niggas black
And rip couches and throw chairs (Uh, huh)
At times I be unleashin' the
Wrath that most fear (Uh, huh)
I don't discriminate
I even body close peers
See I'm suggestin' most you niggas should
Get to steppin' to the rear (Uh, huh)
And fuck what most you niggas'll talk
I don't care (Uh, uh)
If you don't rep it right
You shouldn't come around here (Oh, no)
Adjust one level up
Make sure a nigga sound clear
They wanna stop, and wanna stare (They do)
They hate that I'm the
Best and it's greatness
In the flesh and it's pointless to compare
(Uh, huh)
You need to scribe this jewelry I write
To save this shit on a server (Uh, huh)
And type the way that I speak
For movin' space on a cursor
I'm not an advocate for
Violence, but push me, i'ma push you further
The script, hand on my hips
Squeezin' the grip a little firmer (Huh)
These dumb niggas don't realize that it's
Better to be a learner

But when you don't is when you
Get the feelin' of burner
Shut the fuck up, it's better
To be watchers, listeners, and observers
'Cause if you not, you'll fuck around
That's how niggas like you get murdered

Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music

Murder was the case, the-the, the case
The case was murder