This Is Murder Not Music 50 Cent

[Verse]
I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen
Man, how the fuck did I get here again?
First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit
They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch
You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it
You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser
I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up
He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up
I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date
I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas
I'm trying to be easy
But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me
You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack
A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that


[Chorus]
This is murder, this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well, I do it like there's nuttin' to it
This is murder, this is not music
I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it
You niggas forgot how I do it
Well, I do it like there's nuttin' to it