Murder Case

[Intro]

Murda

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Murda (Yeah)

Murda was the case that they gave me

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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

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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

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Murder

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Murder was the case that they gave me