[Verse 1: The Game]
Staring at, Marilyn Monroe's silhouette while smoking 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 smoking 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: The 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
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 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 think 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
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
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