
Murda The Game
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Dre, I see dead people
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own,(or its)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it
Murda
Let's take a ride in my 64' impala
I'm your California tour guide
Show where the police let BIG die
They call it Los Angeles, I call it suicide!
I took a bullet in the heart and survived
So hit the switch, lean back, and enjoy the ride
Make a right on Green Leaf, but don't look to the side
Them is Kelly Park Crips, they still mad Eazy Died
That Seattle mirror in the hat, Homie that's South Side
Where Serinas sister caught a strait bullet outside
Where they spray paint, baby layin in the street
You know Orlando Anderson from that death row beef
If you ever need some chronic take a trip to long beach
But there ain't no Bloods out there so take out your red strings
Insane and Rollin 20's Crips equal white sheets
Snoop will tell you, when it gets dark in the LBC its
Murda Murda, leave mine alone
Betta mind your own,(or its)
Murda murda, When the heat is on
Betta ride with chrome(or its)
Murda Murda, If that beam is on
Your life is gone in it
Murda
Let's take a ride in my 64' impala
I'm your California tour guide
Show where the police let BIG die
They call it Los Angeles, I call it suicide!
I took a bullet in the heart and survived
So hit the switch, lean back, and enjoy the ride
Make a right on Green Leaf, but don't look to the side
Them is Kelly Park Crips, they still mad Eazy Died
That Seattle mirror in the hat, Homie that's South Side
Where Serinas sister caught a strait bullet outside
Where they spray paint, baby layin in the street
You know Orlando Anderson from that death row beef
If you ever need some chronic take a trip to long beach
But there ain't no Bloods out there so take out your red strings
Insane and Rollin 20's Crips equal white sheets
Snoop will tell you, when it gets dark in the LBC its
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