The Game - Murda lyrics

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Dre I see dead people

Murda Murda, leave mine alone,

Betta mind your own,(or its)

Murda murda, When the heat is on,

Betta ride with chrome(or its)

Murda

Let's take a ride in my 64' impala

I'm your California tour guide

Show where the police let B-I-G 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 Park Crips, they still mad Easy Died

That Seattle Mariner hat n---- that's South Side

Where Sarina's sister caught a stray bullet outside

Where they spray paint, baby lane 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 aint no Bloods out there so take out them 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,(or its)

Murda murda, When the heat is on,

Betta ride with chrome(or its)

Murda Murda, If that beam is on

Your life is gone and it's

Murda

Murda in the C-P-T,

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 O-E

This is Suge Knight's hood that's the Compton Swap meet

Them the n----- had Tupac dealin M-O-B

So we can walk across the street, eat

But I aint tryin die for no hamburger

And Leuders Park got beef

Out here Bloods kill Bloods, and Crips kill Crips

So Esses kick back cuz they aint got to do shit

When I was young they used to beef with Santana Block Crips

They 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-D

When we get to my hood, ill show you how to throw up a P

But put your fucken hands down n---- or its gonna be another

Murda Murda, leave mine alone,

Betta mind your own,(or its)

Murda murda, When the heat is on,

Betta ride with chrome(or its)

Murda Murda, If that beam is on

Your life is gone and it's

Murda

We aint even been threw Watts yet

The LAPD cant even walk threw the projects

Nigga's plant their seeds and bury a coffin

And flowers never grow when the n----- in 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 rampart

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, I got family in Inglewood

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,(or its)

Murda murda, When the heat is on,

Betta ride with chrome(or its)

Murda Murda, If that beam is on

Your life is gone and it's

Murda

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