Murder

[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 nigga out, then shoot a nigga 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, nigga, we kill Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will Take a life, lethal injection or free will Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he kill? That ain’t none of my business, though But I’m the type of motherfucker make it his business, so Open the book and turn that page It reads: "Arthur Ashe died from AIDS", no, that’s murder, nigga [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] (Murder) Gunfire Death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it’s (Murder) Murder, the sun rise Then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like (Murder) Murder (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, nigga Dr. King outside that room Who knew that he would die that soon? That’s murder, nigga JFK sittin’ 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 ridin’ passenger when they got shot, it’s murder Who the fuck 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, Cissy Might shed a tear but ain’t no sissy 'cause Whitney’s sill with me And her death kinda hurt a nigga So let’s get back to talkin’ ‘bout murder, nigga John Lennon got shot in the back And Paul McCartney couldn’t do shit ‘bout 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 ‘bout to serve a sentence From the crowd comes a revolver, that’s murder, nigga [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] (Murder) Gunfire Death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it’s (Murder) Murder, the sun rise Then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like (Murder) Murder (Murder) murder Murder (Murder) murder, murder (Murder) (Murder) Murder [Verse 3: Scarface] Gaspin' for air, niggas cling on Tryna fight the inevitable, sing on You hear that fat lady warmin' up? The end came without a warning, huh? Them niggas real with them rags on Niggas get killed ‘bout them flags, holmes The Game told you what the play was So it don't matter what you say, Cuz Say Blood, these niggas livin’ what they die by You out here playin’ while these niggas doin’ drive-bys If murder was the case that they gave Snoop Then how the fuck you thinkin' they gon’ save you? Them niggas 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'll 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 motherfucker would try to play me like a toy You get a bullet in your motherfuckin’ head, homeboy The people sayin' 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 they guns at the ones they hate (Niggas) If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down Then how the fuck did he die just now? Murder, murder Murder, murder, kill, kill They killin’ motherfuckers still And I’m just tellin’ y’all the real Nigga, murder, murder, murder, nigga, kill, kill, kill for real [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] (Murder) Gunfire Death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it’s (Murder) Murder, the sun rise Then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like (Murder) Murder (Murder) murder Murder (Murder) murder, murder (Murder) (Murder) Murder