The Game - Murder lyrics

[The Game - Murder lyrics]

I don't see nothing
I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin'
I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina
Don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing
I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin'
I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina
Don't leave the crib without it
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder

I got choppers on that South Beach
That pistol talk when your mouth leak
Got a black Impala on Collins nigga
Got a Glock in air, standing
In the back seat
I'm wildin' nigga
Long money, fuck a rubber band
On a paper chase, I do the running man
Stealth black chopper with the
Infrared beam on
50 round drum, if I run out of bullets
Hit a nigga with the nina
Better hit a nigga with the scope
Bet he won't talk with his back on the rope
Floyd Mayweather with the chopper
When a nigga get to choppin' put a
Razor blade at a nigga throat
I don't fuck with no scared niggas
I never did and I never will
Let the Glock go bang, now you Kurt Cobain
Knock a nigga right out of real

I don't see nothing
I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin'
I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina
Don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing
I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin'
I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina
Don't leave the crib without it
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds

Take a nigga back to Compton and
Chop a nigga body up
Take a trip to East LA and
Chop a new Maserati up
Take my black Bugatti, [?] on green leaf
Then hit Crenshaw doin' 300
Nigga Chief Keef
Ridin' down Crenshaw, stuntin' with
My bitch though
Ballin'
I'm from Compton, she from Watts
But we both got pistols
Blowin' trees with the top down, word to YG
If you don't want a problem motherfucker
Why speak?
Niggas kill my nigga Puff
Tell them niggas drop me
Keep two K's in the back
Shotty in the front and the chrome side beach
No disrespect to the Dogg or
The city Long Beach
But I'm the king out here
Motherfucker on me

I don't see nothing
I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin'
I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina
Don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing
I heard you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin'
I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina
Don't leave the crib without it

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