Murder Was The Case (remix) Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

As I look up at the sky 

My mind starts tripping 

A tear drops my eye 

My body temperature falls 

I'm shaking and they breaking trying to save the Dogg 

Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming 

I stop breathing, damn I see demons 

Dear God, I wonder can you save me 

I can't die my boo boo's bout to have my baby 

I think it's too late for praying, hold up 

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying 

(Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better) 

How long will I live? 

(Eternal life and forever) 

And will I be the G that I was? 

(I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dream of 

So relax your soul, let me take control 

Close your eyes my son) 

My eyes are closed 

Murder, murder was the case that they gave me 

I'm fresh up out my coma 

I got my Momma and my Daddy and my homies in my corner 

It's gonna take a miracle they say 

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway 

I get fronted some keys to get back on my feet 

And everything that nigga said came to reality 

Living like a baller loc 

Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke 

I bought my Momma a Benz, and bought my boo boo a Jag 

And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad 

(Just remember who changed your mind 

Cause when you start set-tripping, that ass is mine) 

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed 

Never have a want, never have a need 

They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' 

Cuz my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe, check it out 

Now I lay me down to sleep 

I pray the Lord, my soul to keep 

If I should die, before I wake 

I pray the Lord, my soul to take 

No more indo, gin and juice 

I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose 

Shackled from head to toe 

Twenty-five with an izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know 

Them niggas from the other side recognize my face 

Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C 

Mad dogging niggas cause I don't care 

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair 

Niggas stare as I enter the center 

They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay 

Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor 

Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off 

Cause you can't tell what's next 

My little homey Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck 

And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two 

I put that on my Momma; I'ma ride for you Baby Boo 

Murder, murder was the case that they gave me