Scoe - Murda lyrics

[Intro] How Long you been Banging? I been banging sense 85 On the real this sh** ain't no gimmick Or no game my n***a! this hit is real live Thruthful type sh** my n***a! You know what im saying? On the real my n***a! And I lost a lot of real n***as to this hit [Verse 1: Dope Boy Esko] Yeah...Coughs You can smell marijuana in every corna From South Central to Arizona You heard the state, the murder rate The k**er cali-California Cops get caught outside the Compton court By cold k**ers like they caught Pneumonia See the 90's was like Pulp fiction Jerry curl juice drippin' On 45's when we dumpin' on ya Grew up in the slums were we glorify guns & Gain respect by jumpin' on corners & Dumping at you, cops just jump in action Trigger happy but nobody's gun is smiling When somebody's son is dying 911 that's who you dialing? Ku Klux Klan that who you dialing? k**ers wear blue and move in silence Hear the sirens? Scatter in disarray My block's been hotter than dinner plates We got beef like a foreman You laying dormant at your wake Real superheroes end in coffins with no capes Me & Kendrick Top Dawg, Dogg Pound, Future rich sh** Picture that with no Instagram, bullet to your temple You better pray that my pistol jams Yeah! [Hook] k** k** k**, murder murder murder 8x k**a cali you can try you can die motherf**er! k**a cali you can try you can die motherf**er! [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Compton sh**! Yeah! Dope Boy I f** with you n***a! Uh, f** em all, k** 'em all off Sent 'em off to the Holy One Put a hole in one like miniature golf You doubled your profit? Well I see triple like Ricky Ross Hand over the cloth, cloth over gun Gun over your jaw, bullet over your tongue Stick my dick inside hip hop and shorty sprung Every time I get a chance to cum over I overcome Over the snare drum Say who f**ing with you if you the God MC? I tell em nun! Get it? I tell em Nun Catholic nor a Christian, holding the book of sums In back of my true religions From the murder capitol n***as cap at your neighbors And never tell you who did it Aiming for your grill like a dentist working on British Teeth if you speak get shot in the mouth b**hes Its like that sent shots at a crip or a blood or an Essay Bet they coming right back....RIGHT? [Hook] [Verse 3: Scoe] b**h! uh west Scoe Gotti Yeah Gun shots wake me up from a light slumber Another murder what I see when I open my shutters We from the gutter no bread and bu*ter just lead and water Either you bite the bullet or you can die from the hunger The sun's getting lower, the corner's getting darker Guns getting loaded to slaughter our sons and daughters Its time to get smarter cause time's getting harder Every second the unemployment line is getting longer Baby crying and mama she don't know what to do! I know it's tragic but in the projects its nothing new I'm just kicking it luxury cliquing it Watching the news the sh**'s f**ing ridiculous Roll a cigar cup full of codeine Cash in a rubber band pistol in my other hand k**a cali this the realist state most expensive real estate Benz with the dealer plates ! [Hook]