The Game - Murder lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] Starin' at Marilyn Monroe's silhouette While smokin' my first cigarette Listenin' to Marvin ask his father about his d**h How you shoot a n***a out, then shoot a n***a out? Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch Pa** me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide? I don't, it's either k** or you be k**ed Ten pints of blood per human, ain't no refills One thing about us humans, n***a, we k** Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, f** us, we will Take a life, lethal injection or free will Tookie got murdered by the pigs, f** did he k**? That ain't none of my business, though But I'm the type of motherf**er make it his business, so Open the book and turn that page It reads Arthur Ashe died from aids, no That's murder, n***a [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Murder Gunfire, d**h is so quiet, ask why, tell ‘em it's Murder The sun rise then hide by grey skies, that cry sounds like Murder Murder, murder, murder, murder Murder, murder, murder, murder [Verse 2: Game] Malcolm X standing on that stage It was staged for him to see that gauge Murder, n***a Doctor King outside that room Who knew that he would die that soon? That's murder, n***a JFK sittin' in that drop He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top It's murder, n***a Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac They both was ridin' pa**enger when they got shot, it's murder Who the f** k**ed 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' k** they mama So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy ‘Cause Whitney's sill with me And her d**h kinda hurt a n***a So let's get back to talkin' ‘bout murder, n***a John Lennon got shot in the back And Paul McCartney couldn't do sh** ‘bout that ‘Cause it was murder, n***a 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, n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Scarface] Gaspin' for air, n***as cling on Tryin' to fight the inevitable, sing on You hear that fat lady warmin' up? The end came without a warning, huh? Them n***as real with them rags on n***as get k**ed ‘bout them flags, homes The Game told you what the play was So it don't matter what you say, cuz Say Blood, these n***as livin' what they die by You out here playin' while these n***as doin' drive-bys If murder was the case that they gave Snoop Then how the f** you thinking they gon' save you? Them n***as 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 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 motherf**er would try to play me like a toy You get a bullet in your motherf**in' head, homeboy The people sayin' that a drug overdose k**ed Hendrix They bullsh**ted, it was murder Or a plane crash k**ed Otis Redding That's how they said it, but it was murder The cops k** us at alarming rates They point they guns at the ones they hate (n***as) If Bin Laden brought the World Trade down Then how the f** did he die just now? Murder, murder (Murder, murder, k**, k**) (They k**in' motherf**ers still) (And I'm just tellin' y'all the real) (n***a, murder, murder, murder (n***a, k**, k**, k**, for real) [Hook]