Carl "Butch" Small - Murder Was The Case lyrics

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Carl "Butch" Small - Murder Was The Case lyrics

[Skit: Enron and Joe Cool] ("Indo Smoke" Plays in Background) Aye, aye, JC 'Sup Enron Ain't that Snoop Dogg over there? That n***a with that blue coat on? Yeah Yeah, oh yeah, that's that n***a n***a roll up on the side of him, man Roll your window down Man, hand me my motherf**ing Glock man, give me another clip Cause I'm gonna smoke this fool Yeah roll the windows down Yeah, okay there you go Aye man, you Snoop Dogg? Snoop, Snoop Doggy Dogg? Man he's Snoop Dogg Man f** that n***a (Gun Shots) n***a man Get that n***a man Man get up fool man, get up man, don't be trying to run man Get up on that fool man, I don't give a f** What set you got now? f** you n***a Yeah n***a, what's up? n***a Yeah mothaf**a Yeah n***a, one less n***a Yeah n***a, you's a dead motherf**er now [Verse 1] As I look up at the sky My mind starts tripping A tear drops my eye My body temperature falls I'm shaking and they breaking trying to save the Dogg Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming I stop breathing, damn I see demons Dear God, I wonder can you save me I can't die my boo boo's bout to have my baby I think it's too late for praying, hold up A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying (Bring your lifestyle to me, I'll make it better) How long will I live? (Eternal life and forever) And will I be the G that I was? (I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of So relax your soul, let me take control Close your eyes my son) My eyes are closed [Hook] Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Murder Murder was the case that they gave me [Verse 2] I'm fresh up out my coma I got my Momma and my Daddy and my homies in my corner It's gonna take a miracle they say For me to walk again and talk again but anyway I get fronted some keys to get back on my feet And everything that n***a said came to reality Living like a baller loc Having money and blowing hella chronic smoke I bought my Momma a Benz, and bought my boo boo a Jag And now I'm rolling in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rag (Just remember who changed your mind Cause when you start set-tripping, that a** is mine) Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed Never have a want, never have a need They say I'm greedy but I still want mo' Cuz my eyes wanna journey some mo', really doe (check it out) [Bridge] Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord, my soul to keep If I should die, before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul to take [Verse 3] No more indo, gin and juice I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose Shackled from head to toe Twenty-five with an izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know Them n***as from the other side recognize my face Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C Mad dogging n***as cause I don't care Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair n***as stare as I enter the center They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor n***as getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off Cause you can't tell what's next My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two I put that on my Momma; I'ma ride for you Baby Boo [Hook] Murder Murder was the case that they gave me Murder Murder was the case that they gave me

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