The Game

The Game - Murda lyrics

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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 fucken 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 fuck 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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