Murder Was The Case




Written by: Daz, Dre, Snoop

Produced by: Dre

Featuring: Dat Nigga Daz






hey, yo, JC, 'sup aron?
ain't that Snoop Dogg over there?
oh, that Nigga with that blue coat on?
yeah, yeah oh yeah that Nigga
roll up on the side of him and hand me my motherfuckin glock
gimmie anither clip, we gonna smoke this fool,roll the window down
hey, yo, you Snoop Dogg?
Snoop?
Snoop Doggy Dogg?
he's snoop, man fuck that Nigga!!
*gun shots*
get him, get up on this Nigga!
i don't give a fuck
jump on that fool man
Fuck you Nigga
yeah, what's up Nigga?
yeah motherfucker
one less Nigga
he's a dead motherfucker now

As i look up at the sky
my mind start trippin, a tear drops my eye
my body temperature falls, i'm shakin and they breakin
tryin to save the Dogg, pumpin on my chest and i'm screamin
i stop breathin, damn i see deamons
Dear god, i wonder can ya save me, i can't die
my BoBo's about to have my baby
i tink it's too late for prayin, hold up
a voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
Bring your lifestyle to me i'll make it better
but how long will i live?
Eternal life and forever
will i be the G that i want?
i'll make your life better than you could imagine or even dream of
so relax your soul, let me take control, close your eyes my son
my eyes are closed

Murder
murder was the case that they gave me
Murder...
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder...
Murder was the case that they gave me

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 miricle they say, for me to talk agian
to walk agian, but anyway, i got fronted some keys, to get back
up on my feet, and everything that Nigga said came to reality
livin like a ball of loaf, havin money, and blowin hell and
Chronic smoke, i buaght my momma a benz, i baught my bobo a jag
and now i'm rollin in the 9 trizzay L, dogg rag
*voice* just remember who canged your mind, when you start set trippin
that ass is mine
indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed, never have i want, never have i need
they say i'm greedy but i still want more, 'cuz my eyes wanna journey
some more, really doe - check it out
Now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
and if i should die, before i wake
i pray the lord, my soul to take
No more indo, GIn and Juice, i'm on my way to Chino's
rollin on the grey goose, shackled from head to toe
25 with an izzel, with nowhere to gizzo, i know
Them Niggaz from the other side recognize my face
because it's the OG D-O double G, LBC
mad dogg them Niggaz, because i don't care, red jump suit and 2
braides in my hair, Niggaz stare as i enter the center
they send me to a leval 3 year, that's where i stay late nite
i get a toothbrush and scarpein on the floor
Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the ball pops off
'cuz you can't tell what happens next, my little homey baby boo
just took a pencil in his neck, he probably won't make it
to see 22, i put that on my momma, it's a ride for you baby boo

Murder...
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder...
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder...
Murder was the case that they gave me

 

Death Row


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