Murder Case

[Intro] Murda Uh Murda (Yeah) Murda was the case that they gave me Uh Murda Yeah Murda Murda was the case that they gave me [Verse 1] John Barnes versus LA County Heard the streets got a bounty for the words in my mouth Piece reads, "Rest in peace", my heart shattered in pieces Homies already postin' up posthumous pieces In my mind I'm in a mural on the wall I can hear my whole heart and soul sayin', "Fuck y'all" Niggas back to havin' no reason to bust off 'One felony and you don't get to have a gun' law You don't know, you could be gone in a blink Children didn't make it home, but they all on TV My daughter one year older than Jay-Z's And every year child support is runnin' me eight Gs Wallet in my pocket and I can't pay the fee My daughter off the bottle, ain't seen her baby teeth Whole world see me smilin' on the cover of my album But I'm walkin' out my house like Malcolm [Bridge] Murder Uh, murder was the case that they gave me My tints shady, shoulda bought that Mercedes Instead I bought a Caddy, rollin' over niggas daily Shit, I actually did roll over somebody once Almost had to put the body in the trunk Drunk, spent the night before smokin' blunts, spiked punch Shot out rear view mirrors with the dice in the front [Verse 2] Six months for them devilish, hell is this, evidence Hunched on my shoulders, all before that, heaven-sent Somebody put a price on my halo The game is to be sold and heads is gettin' what they paid for All white suit in that boug' burg' coupe Said only two words, heard first word "Shoot" Somebody 'bout to get what they came for (Who?) Murder was the case that they gave me [Chorus] Murder Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Murder Uh Yeah Murder Murder was the case that they gave me [Verse 3] John Barnes versus the County of Los Angeles Paparazzi cameras flashin' and there was scandal Hard to face allegations and accusations Sittin' behind bars fightin' against probation violations The plaintiff got the whole nation waitin' impatient For me to get shot by a cop or some niggas hatin' Like they don't know my repetoire and what I rep it for We got our weapons drawn "one more step, Mr. Barnes We thought killin' children would make you more calm We even still on the street, ain't face a day behind bars We leave you locked up for life, inject death in your arms What you need us to do, load nukes and drop bombs?" The Count of LA versus John Barnes Tryna cripple my arms so I can't write songs Tryin' to intimidate my moms 'cause they killed Trayvon Throw they load on my lawn like I'm the one doin' wrong It ain't a man on earth I would ever back down from He think I'm a punk because this four-pound spun some? Some niggas don't jump, some niggas don't run Some niggas get killed and wasn't scared of the gun And I ain't never tried to kill a man in thirty-three years 'Til the day my mama had to cry burgundy tears You pop shit, you know the opposite of purple is fear Test me, fuck around and get murdered, it's clear Self-defense goes long as the gun laws And some don't want y'alls, the right to bear some arms Above all, who's to say every fight fought is fair? And I'm fair skinned, still I'd rather not from dark You wake up, I'm in front yard, you walkin' out your front yard Next thing you know you facin' time for a gun charge? All it takes is one guard to take a life from y'all It's crazy, they murdered you and framed me [Chorus] Murder Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Murder Yeah Murder Uh Murder was the case that they gave me