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Murder Music

Murder Music

Snoop Dogg

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What it do, loc Yeah We up in this motherfucker On some murder, murder, kill, kill shit Yeah (The Butcher coming, nigga) Some real hip hop shit Yo Murder music, just for this type of shit they can ban us 'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe their prints off the hammers I'm really like that, I ain't just write this shit for the camera I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn't for us Still hood, roach clips in the ashtrays on my foreigns In LA, R&B bitch drunk with her hands around me The night Swiss introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party When my shrip introduced me to hard, I had grams around me A star player never asks for the ball, they just playin' around me Niggas heard I took a shot, they was asking if I was good I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music (Yeah) Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music Yeah, some come through the water, some come through the border Some of 'em get caught, but that's depending on the porter Old niggas hidin', young niggas slidin' I'm bein' a man, just protecting and providing My only concern is if it cook right My chain yellow, way the diamonds set up, it make it look white Kill you for nothing 'cause they petty Cut into dog food with the fetty, they young but they ready No crowd, I get my applaud off the beats, I'm a boss So I make sure all of us eats Say a couple funerals will bring a war to a cease, and remember It ain't no reward for the streets This is not normal, Dickies suits is how we dress formal Way I'm riding this tracks like a porno Alright then, wassup then I'm bussin' every controlled substance, I've touched it I know, it's disgusting I'm just stacking it, call me El Guapo And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos Lotta niggas frontin' like they nice, but they not though Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up They done pulled my coat, nigga, the goat got up Wassup Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music Yo, I only got time to murder shit I bang 'em while deafing both ears While I'm making niggas blacken, rip couches and throw cheers At times, I be unleashing a wrath that most fear I don't discriminate, I even body close peers See, I don't suggest that most you niggas should get to steppin' to the rear And fuck, what most of you niggas are talk I don't care If you don't rep it right, you shouldn't come around here (Oh no) Adjust one level up, make sure a nigga sound clear They wanna stop and wanna stare (They do) They hate that I'm the best and it's greatness in the flesh And it's pointless to compare You need to just grab this jewelry I write and save this shit on a server They type the way that I speak, for moving space on a cursor I'm not an advocate for violence, but push me, I'ma push it further, the script Hand on my hip, squeezing the grip a little firmer These dumb niggas don't realize that's it better to be a learner (Stupid nigga) When you don't is when you get to feeling the burner Shut the fuck up, it's better to be watchers, listeners and observers ('Cause if you not) You fuck around, that's how niggas like you get murdered Murder music, mur-murder music Murder music, murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music Yeah, murder music, murder music Mur-murder music
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