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ft scarface kendrick lamar game - murder (ft. scarface & kendrick lamar) - game lyrics

staring at, marilyn monroe’s silhouette while smoking my first cigarette
listenin’ to marvin ask his father about his death
how you shoot a n-gg- out, then shoot a n-gg- out?
dead bodies in my dreams, bob marley on my couch
p-ss me the blunt, he was smoking when he died
you really think elvis presley committed suicide?
it’s either kill or you be killed
ten pints of blood per human, ain’t no refills
one thing about us humans, n-gg-, we kill
turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, f-ck us, we will
take a life, lethal injection or free will
tookie got murdered by the pigs, f-ck did he kill?
that ain’t none of my business, though
but i’m the type of motherf-cker make it his business, so
open the book and turn that page
it reads arthur ashe died from aids, no
that’s murder, n-gg-
gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell ‘em it’s
the sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
murder, murder, murder, murder
murder, murder, murder, murder
malcolm x standing on that stage
it was staged for him to see that gauge…
doctor king outside that room
who knew that he would die that soon?
that’s murder, n-gg-
jfk sittin’ in that drop
he waved goodbye, then they blew off his top
diddy seen big, and suge watched pac
they both was ridin’ p-ssenger when they got shot, it’s murder
who the f-ck 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 n-gg-
so let’s get back to talkin’ ‘bout murder, n-gg-
john lennon got shot in the back
and paul mccartney couldn’t do sh-t ‘bout that
‘cause it was murder, n-gg-
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 d-mn book
lee harvey oswald ‘bout to serve a sentence
from the crowd comes a revolver
that’s murder, n-gg-
gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell ‘em it’s
the sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
murder, murder, murder, murder
murder, murder, murder, murder
gaspin’ for air, n-gg-s cling on
tryin’ to fight the inevitable, sing on
you hear that fat lady warmin’ up?
the end came without a warning, huh?
them n-gg-s real with them rags on
n-gg-s get killed ‘bout them flags, homes
the game told you what the play was
so it don’t matter what you say, cuz
say blood, these n-gg-s livin’ what they die by
you out here playin’ while these n-gg-s doin’ drive-bys
if murder was the case that they gave snoop
then how the f-ck you think they gon’ save you?
them n-gg-s played you
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 motherf-cker would try to play me like a toy
you get a bullet in your motherf-ckin’ head, homeboy
the people sayin’ that a drug overdose killed hendrix
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 f-ck did he die just now?
they killin’ motherf-ckers still
and i’m just tellin’ y’all the real
n-gg-, murder murder murder
n-gg-, kill kill kill
gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell ‘em it’s
the sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like
murder, murder, murder, murder
murder, murder, murder, murder

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