Murder Lyrics ~ Game ft. Scarface & Kendrick Lamar

Below are the lyrics to a chilled out hip hop track called Murder by Compton MC The Game, featuring Scarface and Kendrick Lamar. His upcoming album Jesus Piece, drops tomorrow (December 11).

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The Game feat. Scarface & Kendrick Lamar ~ Murder Lyrics

{The Game}
Staring at Marilyn Monroe’s silhouette 
While smoking my first cigarette
Listening to Marvin ask his father about his death
How you shoot a nigga out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt he was smoking when he died
You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide? I don’t

It’s either kill or you be killed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain’t no refills
One thing about us humans, nigga we kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other fück us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fück did he kill?
That ain’t none of my business, though
But I’m the type of motherfücker make it his business, so
Open the book and turn that page
It reads Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That’s murder, nigga

{Kendrick Lamar}
Murder, gunfire, death is so quiet
Ask why, tell em it’s murder
The sun rise then hide by grey skies
That cry sounds like murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

{The Game}
Malcolm X standing on that stage
It was staged for him to see that gauge, murder nigga
Doctor King outside that room
Who knew that he would die that soon? That’s murder, nigga
JFK sitting in that drop, he waved goodbye
Then they blew off his top, it’s murder, nigga
Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac
They both was riding passenger when they got shot, it’s murder
Who the fück killed Michael Jackson, his physician?
He died slow in his music, you ain’t really listening
Now his daughter getting slapped by his sister
And that’s probably gon kill their 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 nigga www.eliterics.com
So let’s get back to talking about murder, nigga
John Lennon got shot in the back
And Paul McCartney couldn’t do shit about that
Cause it was murder, nigga
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 damn book
Lee Harvey Oswald about to serve a sentence
From the crowd comes a revolver that’s murder, nigga

{Kendrick Lamar}
Murder, gunfire, death is so quiet
Ask why, tell em it’s murder
The sun rise then hide by grey skies
That cry sounds like murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

{Scarface}
Gasping for air, niggas cling on
Trying to fight the inevitable, sing on
You hear that fat lady warming up?
The end came without a warning, huh?
Them niggas real with them rags on
Niggas get killed about them flags, homes
The Game told you what the play was
So it don’t matter what you say, cause
Say blood, these niggas living what they die by
You out here playing while these niggas doing drive-bys
If murder was the case that they gave Snoop
Then how the fück you think they gon save you?
Them niggas played you, you doing stand up
You a comedian there, boy, put your hands up
Don’t turn this to a 1-8-7
I have you leaning on the stairway to Heaven
Spitting blood, these are tales from the hood
Suicide sound quicker but a murder sounds good
Wish a motherfücker would try to play me like a toy
You get a bullet in your motherfücking head, homeboy
The people saying that a drug overdose killed Hendrix
They bullshitted, it was murder
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 their guns at the ones they hate
If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down
Then how the fück did he die just now?
Murder, murder

Murder, murder kill kill
They killing motherfückers still
And I’m just telling y’all the real
Nigga, murder murder murder
Nigga, kill kill kill, for real 

{Kendrick Lamar}
Murder, gunfire, death is so quiet
Ask why, tell em it’s murder
The sun rise then hide by grey skies
That cry sounds like murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder, murder

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