Murder (2016) lyrics

by

The Game


[Hook]
I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder

[Verse 1]
I got choppers all down South Beach
That pistol talk when your mouth leak
Got a black Impala on Collins n*gga
Got a Glock in air, standing in the back seat, I'm wildin' n*gga
Long money, f*ck a rubber band
On a paper chase, I do the running man
Stealth black chopper with the infrared beam on
50 round drum, if I run out of bullets, hit a n*gga with the nina
Better hit a n*gga with the scope
Bet he won't talk with his back on the rope
Floyd Mayweather with the chopper
When a n*gga get to choppin' put a razor blade at a n*gga throat
I don't f*ck with no scared n*ggas
I never did and I never will
Let the Glock go bang, now you Kurt Cobain
Knock a n*gga right out of real
[Hook]
I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds
You shinin', we shinin'
You timin', we timin'
You grindin', we grindin'
We got cash money and diamonds

[Verse 2]
Take a n*gga back to Compton and chop a n*gga body up
Take a trip to East LA and chop a new Maserati up
Take my black Bugatti, do donuts on Greenleaf
Then hit Crenshaw doin' 300, n*gga Chief Keef
Ridin' down Crenshaw, stuntin' with my b*tch though, ballin'
I'm from Compton, she from Watts, but we both got pistols
Blowin' trees with the top down, word to YG
If you don't want a problem motherf*cker, why speak?
n*ggas killed my n*gga Pup, tell them n*ggas try me
Keep two K's in the back, shotty in the front and the chrome side piece
No disrespect to the Dogg or the city Long Beach
But I'm the king out here, motherf*cker on me
[Hook]
I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it
Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti
No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it
But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it
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