This is another hot, newly released song titled "Murder" by American West Coast hip hop recording artist, The Game. It is a leftover from Jesus Piece, released for free as part of his 'Sunday Service' weekly music giveaway. 'Jesus Piece', his upcoming fifth studio album will be released on December 11, 2012 with features from Lil Wayne, Big Sean, J. Cole, Jamie Foxx, Wiz Khalifa, Tyga and Chris Brown among others.
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The Game Murder Lyrics :-
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[Verse 1: The Game]
Starin’ at Marilyn Monroe’s silhouette while smokin’ my first cigarette
Listenin’ to Marvin ask his father about his death
How you shoot a n-gga out, then shoot a n-gga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin’ 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, n-gga, 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-gga
[Hook: 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
[Verse 2: The Game]
Malcolm X standing on that stage
It was staged for him to see that gauge…
Murder, n-gga
Doctor King outside that room
Who knew that he would die that soon?
That’s murder, n-gga
JFK sittin’ in that drop
He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top
It’s murder, n-gga
Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac
They both was ridin’ passenger 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-gga
So let’s get back to talkin’ ‘bout murder, n-gga
John Lennon got shot in the back
And Paul McCartney couldn’t do sh-t ‘bout that
‘Cause it was murder, n-gga
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 ‘bout to serve a sentence
From the crowd comes a revolver
That’s emp3musicdownload.blogspot murder, n-gga
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
[Verse 3: Scarface]
Gaspin’ for air, n-ggas 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-ggas real with them rags on
n-ggas 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-ggas livin’ what they die by
You out here playin’ while these n-ggas 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-ggas played you
You doin’ stand up
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
They bullsh-tted…
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 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?
Murder, murder
Murder…
Murder kill kill
They killin’ motherf-ckers still
And I’m just tellin’ y’all the real
n-gga, murder murder murder
n-gga, kill kill kill
For real
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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