Murder by Game
[Verse 1: The Game]
Starin� at Marilyn Monroe�s silhouette while smokin� my first cigarette
Listenin� to Marvin ask his father about his death
How you shoot a nigga out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin� when he died
You really think Elvis Presley committed suicide?
I don�t�
It�s either kill or you be killed
Ten pints of blood per human, ain�t no refills
One thing about us humans, nigga, we kill
Turkeys, chickens, pigs, each other, fuck us, we will
Take a life, lethal injection or free will
Tookie got murdered by the pigs, fuck did he kill?
That ain�t none of my business, though
But I�m the type of motherfucker make it his business, so
Open the book and turn that page
It reads Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That�s murder, nigga
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Murder�
Gunfire, death 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: The Game]
Malcolm X standing on that stage
It was staged for him to see that gauge�
Murder, nigga
Doctor King outside that room
Who knew that he would die that soon?
That�s murder, nigga
JFK sittin� in that drop
He waved goodbye, then they blew off his top
It�s murder, nigga
Diddy seen Big, and Suge watched Pac
They both was ridin� passenger when they got shot, it�s murder
Who the fuck killed 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� kill they mama
So I�m sorry Ms. Jackson, I�m sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might she'd a tear but ain�t no sissy
�Cause Whitney�s sill with me
And her death kinda hurt a nigga
So let�s get back to talkin� �bout murder, nigga
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