Bloody Murder*

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] The negatives will follow you, whether you a sinner or a saint [...] ...you see the morgue... [...] ...I never know will like 'em, but [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Murder, bloody murder Heard of Compton teenagers ready to aim and serve 'ya This ain't the safest of places to raise your children and chill This is the city of Satan, bakin' hot, you gon' get killed Bakin' hot, you gon' get killed [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Killed your best friend Your little brother and future husband But we don't give a fuck, it's the way of life Around here, you duck or die tonight Is that blood on the curb? Oh, yes, sir One of your homies just got served Pierced through his skin, then went through hers Double homicide, give me high five [Break: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] See me do that shit, nigga? Ayy, on Piru, you did that See me put that work in? See me noodle that nigga? On P-Funk, gang Ayy-ayy, tell A-Mack to come to the set We in Hov' right now, Blood, on Bompton Ayy, pass that black over to muhfuckin' Mack, dog [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Niggas celebrate over retaliation Beef cooked, they put on two aprons The chef to death, with finesse, in and out Like animals, they'll rot, these animals don't cry No emotions, no fear, pray that God's here You should, you could be a little more cautious Like walkin' outside your house without any arson [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Murder, bloody murder Heard of Compton teenagers ready to aim and serve 'ya This ain't the safest of places to raise your children and chill This is the city of Satan, bakin' hot, you gon' get killed Bakin' hot, you gon' get killed [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Sixteen, seventeen-year-olds, colder than an open window in Illinois is Noises from the Grim Reaper poisons the minds of yours and mines The more confined, more bodies on the slab Shot from a chopper, stabbed Twenty-four times in the abs, that should be a permanent nap (Sleep) Deep, eternal, turn on TV You can see a TG 'quipped and crazy Tried to kill him, but he murdered the lady Now Miss Daisy push up daisies Cradle to the grave, and our summers be so hot, you can find Satan in the shade Runnin' from a tan, or maybe a black van Pullin' up with doors that can slide both ways I always look both ways when I cross avenues Fuck a car, you can get hit from a clip if a Blood or a Crip is mad at you Walk around with the right hat-titude You ain't with the business, make that decision right now If you're down, then yeah, it's gon' go down Fuck a four-pound, no handgun Big drum, like, pretend that you're marchin' Cross the line, then go out the margin Park the car, then hop out Walk the dog down the block 'til they hear bitches barkin' [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Murder, bloody murder (Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Heard of Compton teenagers ready to aim and serve 'ya This ain't the safest of places to raise your children and chill This is the city of Satan, bakin' hot, you gon' get killed Bakin' hot, you gon' get killed Murder, bloody murder Heard of Compton teenagers ready to aim and serve 'ya This ain't the safest of places to raise your children and chill This is the city of Satan, bakin' hot, you gon' get killed Bakin' hot, you gon' get killed [Skit] Yeah, you heard all that shootin' last night? Yeah, be around that corner Don't be around that corner, you get your ass shot up Yeah, I was around that corner (Don't give a fuck about all that organic–)