The Game - Murda lyrics
[The Game - Murda lyrics]
Dre, I see dead people
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (or it's)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
Let's take a ride in my 64' impala
I'm your California tour guide
Show where the police let BIG 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
Them is Kelly Park Crips
They still mad Eazy Died
That Seattle mirror in the hat
Homie that's South Side
Where Serinas sister caught a
Strait bullet outside
Where they spray paint
Baby layin 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 there ain't no Bloods out there
So take out your red strings
Insane and Rollin 20's Crips
Equal white sheets snoop will tell you
When it gets dark in the LBC it's
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (or it's)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
Murda in the CPT
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 OE
This is Suge knight's hood that's
The Compton Swap meet
Them the homies had 2Pac dealin MOB
So we can walk across the street, eat
But I ain't tryin die for no hamburger
And Lueders Park got beef
Out here Bloods kill Bloods
And Crips kill Crips
So Esses sit kick back cuz they
Ain't got to do shit
When I was young they used to
Beef with Santana Blocc Crips
They'ed take black and brown pride and
Put it in a full clip
I know Compton ain't shit
But it's 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 homie
Or it's gonna be another
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (or it's)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
We ain't even been threw Watts yet
The LAPD can't even walk threw the projects
Nigga's plant their seeds and bury a coffin
And flowers never grow when
The Nickerson 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 renpark
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
Yea I got family in inglewood
Welcome to Killafornia, it's where I live
The zip code is 187 and the city is
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (or it's)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
Let's take a ride in my 64' impala
I'm your California tour guide
Show where the police let BIG 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
Them is Kelly Park Crips
They still mad Eazy Died
That Seattle mirror in the hat
Homie that's South Side
Where Serinas sister caught a
Strait bullet outside
Where they spray paint
Baby layin 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 there ain't no Bloods out there
So take out your red strings
Insane and Rollin 20's Crips
Equal white sheets snoop will tell you
When it gets dark in the LBC it's
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (or it's)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
Murda in the CPT
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 OE
This is Suge knight's hood that's
The Compton Swap meet
Them the homies had 2Pac dealin MOB
So we can walk across the street, eat
But I ain't tryin die for no hamburger
And Lueders Park got beef
Out here Bloods kill Bloods
And Crips kill Crips
So Esses sit kick back cuz they
Ain't got to do shit
When I was young they used to
Beef with Santana Blocc Crips
They'ed take black and brown pride and
Put it in a full clip
I know Compton ain't shit
But it's 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 homie
Or it's gonna be another
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (or it's)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda
We ain't even been threw Watts yet
The LAPD can't even walk threw the projects
Nigga's plant their seeds and bury a coffin
And flowers never grow when
The Nickerson 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 renpark
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
Yea I got family in inglewood
Welcome to Killafornia, it's where I live
The zip code is 187 and the city is
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own, (the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome (or it's)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it murda