[Produced by Dr. Dre & Dem Jointz]
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[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
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Stone-cold killers in these Compton streets
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One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
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Murder, murder
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Murder, murder, ha
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Call 9-1-1, emergency
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Hands up in the air for the world to see
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Its murder, its murder
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Murder, murder (Murder)
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[Bridge: Candice Pillay]
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Murda dem down, kill em dead (Yo!)
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Bullet to the dome, to the head
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Murda dem down, kill a yout
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Don fi pull up on di man and
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(Turn me up!) What it look like?
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See, murda dem down, kill em dead (Yo!)
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Bullets come down from the air
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Murda dem down, kill a yout
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Don fi pull up on di man and
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(Turn me up!) What it look?
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[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
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Theres the stone cold killers in these Compton streets
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One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
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Murder, murder
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Its murder, its murder
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Call 9-1-1, emergency
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Hands up in the air for the world to see
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Its murder, its murder
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Murder, murder (Murder)
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Its been a 187 in this bitch!
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[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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Murder this, murder listen, hear that Suburban whippin?
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Tinted windows, right at your wifey (Brrrat!)
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And I bet you miss her
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Reload the Pro Tools and we throw the clip in both trays
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Thats one on the left and one in the right hand
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Scottie Pippen, both ways
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Been doin drive-bys
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Got this music industry timeline lookin like Rosecrans
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When these niggas throw up them signs high
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Im talking about that bottom, where its high crimes
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Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep them thighs high (Thighs high)
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Sometimes, I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury em
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Cause delirium, mass hysteria, no scarier area
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Im very aware hip-hop needed something to carry it
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So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
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And you way too fuckin close, beware the barrier
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This is Hub City, nigga, dont make us embarrass you
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Man, you should be realistic, these niggas round here ballistic
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We did the numbers, and you looking like another statistic
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[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
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Theres the stone-cold killers in these Compton streets
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One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
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Murder, murder
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Its murder, its murder
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Call 9-1-1, emergency
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Hands up in the air for the world to see
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Its murder, its murder
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Murder, murder (Murder)
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[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
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(Ahh, shit!) Recognize what live inside these eyes
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Ima ride until the dead has risen
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Live in a project building, dodging the module ceilings
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I ride, Ima ride in a stolen Jeep
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Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
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Mama tried counseling, five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
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My family ties had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (Abducted)
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My aliens on surveillance, they paid me a visit (Disgusting)
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Our stadiums packed, Raiders in black
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Curls dripping, silver bullet, palladium in my strap
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I lie on the side of a one-way street (Blow-blow-blow-blow!)
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Nowhere to go, death all I can see (Blow-blow-blow-blow!)
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I say “Fuck is up?” I fuck em up
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Your suppers up, and somethings up
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I hope he no can walk the tightest rope before the double-dutch
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Broke plenty records with this weapon, I protect it under oath
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My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life, fuck your hope
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Fuck your mama. fuck your daddy, fuck your dead homie
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Fucked the world up when we came up, thats Compton, homie!
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[Bridge: Sly Pyper]
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Murder, murder
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Murder… murder
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Its all murder… murder
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Ahh!
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[Outro: Sly Pyper]
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Murder, murder
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Murder, murder
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Its been a 187 in this bitch!
