The Game - Murder (2016) lyrics

[Hook] I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it Murder, murder Murder, murder Murder, murder Murder, murder [Verse 1] I got choppers all down South Beach That pistol talk when your mouth leak Got a black Impala on Collins n***a Got a Glock in air, standing in the back seat, I'm wildin' n***a Long money, f** a rubber band On a paper chase, I do the running man Stealth black chopper with the infrared beam on 50 round drum, if I run out of bullets, hit a n***a with the nina Better hit a n***a with the scope Bet he won't talk with his back on the rope Floyd Mayweather with the chopper When a n***a get to choppin' put a razor blade at a n***a throat I don't f** with no scared n***as I never did and I never will Let the Glock go bang, now you Kurt Cobain Knock a n***a right out of real [Hook] I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it You shinin', we shinin' You timin', we timin' You grindin', we grindin' We got cash money and diamonds You shinin', we shinin' You timin', we timin' You grindin', we grindin' We got cash money and diamonds [Verse 2] Take a n***a back to Compton and chop a n***a body up Take a trip to East LA and chop a new Maserati up Take my black Bugatti, do donuts on Greenleaf Then hit Crenshaw doin' 300, n***a Chief Keef Ridin' down Crenshaw, stuntin' with my b**h though, ballin' I'm from Compton, she from Watts, but we both got pistols Blowin' trees with the top down, word to YG If you don't want a problem motherf**er, why speak? n***as k**ed my n***a Pup, tell them n***as try me Keep two K's in the back, shotty in the front and the chrome side beach No disrespect to the Dogg or the city Long Beach But I'm the king out here, motherf**er on me [Hook] I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it I don't see nothing, I hear you talking about it Pull up with Stunna leaning in that Bugatti No we ain't trippin', I know you ain't about it But I got my nina, don't leave the crib without it