The Game - Murda Lyrics
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Murda Lyrics
Dre I see dead people
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
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
Dem is Kelly Pk Crips, they still mad Easy 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 aint 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 its...
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
Murda
Murda in the CPT,
Ask Dre his brother Tyeree got murdered in the street
My brother got murdered to back in 93'
Pull over at the next light, let me grab us an O.E
This is Shuke knights hood that's the Compton Swap meet
Them the homies had Tupac dealin MOB
So we can walk across the street, eat
But I aint tryin die for no hamburger
And Ludars Park got beef
Out here Bloods kill Bloods, and Crips kill Crips
So SA's sit kick back cus they aint got to do shit
When I was young they used to beef with Santana Block Crips
They'ed take black and brown pride and put it in a full clip
I know Compton aint shit, but its home to me
I'm still a B-L-double O-B
When we get to my hood, ill show you how to throw up a B
But put your f*cken hands down homie or its gonna be another
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
Murda
We aint even been threw Watts yet
The LAPD cant even walk threw the projects
Some homies plant there seeds and burry a coffin
And flowers never grow when the homies in gardens
Today there been 10 murders in South Central alone!
The boys in the hood said Que been gone to long
So take my advice, im talking to all rappers
When you eat a rossco's watch out for the chain snatchers
Take it off slow, or you might get killed
If the Grave Streets don't catch you, the 60's will
police don't give a f*ck cus they all renpark
And what happens in Crenshaw stays in Crenshaw
It's a jungle out there, I can walk threw any hood
My brother is Mafia, yea I got family in ingle wood
Welcome to Killafornia, its 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 its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
Murda
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
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
Dem is Kelly Pk Crips, they still mad Easy 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 aint 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 its...
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
Murda
Murda in the CPT,
Ask Dre his brother Tyeree got murdered in the street
My brother got murdered to back in 93'
Pull over at the next light, let me grab us an O.E
This is Shuke knights hood that's the Compton Swap meet
Them the homies had Tupac dealin MOB
So we can walk across the street, eat
But I aint tryin die for no hamburger
And Ludars Park got beef
Out here Bloods kill Bloods, and Crips kill Crips
So SA's sit kick back cus they aint got to do shit
When I was young they used to beef with Santana Block Crips
They'ed take black and brown pride and put it in a full clip
I know Compton aint shit, but its home to me
I'm still a B-L-double O-B
When we get to my hood, ill show you how to throw up a B
But put your f*cken hands down homie or its gonna be another
Murda Murda, leave mine alone,
Betta mind your own,(the reds)
Murda murda, When the heat is on,
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
Murda
We aint even been threw Watts yet
The LAPD cant even walk threw the projects
Some homies plant there seeds and burry a coffin
And flowers never grow when the homies in gardens
Today there been 10 murders in South Central alone!
The boys in the hood said Que been gone to long
So take my advice, im talking to all rappers
When you eat a rossco's watch out for the chain snatchers
Take it off slow, or you might get killed
If the Grave Streets don't catch you, the 60's will
police don't give a f*ck cus they all renpark
And what happens in Crenshaw stays in Crenshaw
It's a jungle out there, I can walk threw any hood
My brother is Mafia, yea I got family in ingle wood
Welcome to Killafornia, its 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 its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone
Murda
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