Murder Lyrics - Black Wall Street Journal, Vol. 1 - Game

[Verse 1: The Game] 

Starin' at Marilyn Monroe's silhouette while smokin' my first cigarette 

Listenin' to Marvin ask his father about his death 

How you shoot a nigga out, then shoot a nigga out? 

Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch 

Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died 

You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide? 

I don't... 

It's either kill or you be killed 

Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no refills 

One thing about us humans, nigga, we kill 

Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will 

Take a life, lethal injection or free will 

Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he kill? 

That ain't none of my business, though 

But I'm the type of motherfucker make it his business, so 

Open the book and turn that page 

It reads Arthur Ashe died from aids, no 

That's murder, nigga 

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar] 

Murder... 

Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's 

Murder... 

The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like 

Murder... 

Murder, murder, murder, murder 

Murder, murder, murder, murder 

[Verse 2: The Game] 

Malcolm X standing on that stage 

It was staged for him to see that gauge... 

Murder, nigga 

Doctor King outside that room 

Who knew that he would die that soon? 

That's murder, nigga 

JFK sittin' in that drop 

He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top 

It's murder, nigga 

Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac 

They both was ridin' passenger when they got shot, it's murder 

Who the fuck killed Michael Jackson, his physician? 

He died slow in his music, you ain't really listen 

Now his daughter gettin' slapped by his sister 

And that's probably gon' kill they mama 

So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy 

Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy 

'Cause Whitney's sill with me 

And her death kinda hurt a nigga 

So let's get back to talkin' 'bout murder, nigga 

John Lennon got shot in the back 

And Paul McCartney couldn't do shit 'bout that 

'Cause it was murder, nigga 

Listen, this ain't about you and me 

It's about Trayvon Martin and Huey P. 

And how they shot down Sam Cooke 

Twelve years of school and it ain't in one damn book 

Lee Harvey Oswald 'bout to serve a sentence 

From the crowd comes a revolver 

That's murder, nigga 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Scarface] 

Gaspin' for air, niggas cling on 

Tryin' to fight the inevitable, sing on 

You hear that fat lady warmin' up? 

The end came without a warning, huh? 

Them niggas real with them rags on 

Niggas get killed 'bout them flags, homes 

The Game told you what the play was 

So it don't matter what you say, cause 

Say Blood, these niggas livin' what they die by 

You out here playin' while these niggas doin' drive-bys 

If murder was the case that they gave Snoop 

Then how the fuck you think they gon' save you? 

Them niggas played you 

You doin' stand up 

You a comedian there, boy, put your hands up 

Don't turn this to a 1-8-7 

I have you leanin' on the stairway to Heaven 

Spittin' blood, these are tales from the hood 

Suicide sound quicker, but a murder sounds good 

Wish a motherfucker would try to play me like a toy 

You get a bullet in your motherfuckin' head, homeboy 

The people sayin' that a drug overdose killed Hendrix 

They bullshitted... 

It was murder 

Or a plane crash killed Otis Redding 

That's how they said it, but it was murder 

The cops kill us at alarming rates 

They point they guns at the ones they hate 

If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down 

Then how the fuck did he die just now? 

Murder, murder 

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Murder... 

Murder kill kill 

They killin' motherfuckers still 

And I'm just tellin' y'all the real 

Nigga, murder murder murder 

Nigga, kill kill kill 

For real 

[Hook] 

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