Genocide

  • Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
    One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
    Murder, murder
    Call 9-1-1, emergency
    Hands up in the air for the world to see
    It's murder, it's murder
    Murder

    My daddy done killed a bitch
    Went and put that dome to her head
    My daddy done killa you
    Don't fi a pull up pon a man and
    (Let me up!) What it look like?
    See my daddy done kill 'em dead
    Bullets come down from the earth
    My daddy done killa you
    Don't fi a pull up pon a man and
    (Let me up!) What it look?

    Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
    One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
    Murder, murder
    Call 9-1-1, emergency
    Hands up in the air for the world to see
    It's murder, it's murder
    Murder

    (It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
    Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin'
    Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
    Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
    That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
    Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
    Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high
    I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's high crimes
    Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em thighs high
    Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
    Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
    I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
    So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
    Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
    This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
    Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic
    We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic

    Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
    One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
    Murder, murder
    Call 9-1-1, emergency
    Hands up in the air for the world to see
    It's murder, it's murder
    Murder

    Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
    Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
    I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen jeep
    Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
    Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
    My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
    My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
    Our stadium's packed, raiders in black
    Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
    I lie on the side of a one way street
    Nowhere to go, death all I can see
    I say "Fuck is up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
    I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
    Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
    My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life
    Fuck your hope, fuck your mama
    Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie
    Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!

    Murder, murder
    Murder
    Murder
    It's all murder
    Murder

    Murder, murder
    Murder, murder
    (It's been a 187 in this bitch!)Writer/s: Andre Young, Kendrick Lamar, Morris Ricks, Dwayne Abernathy, Candice Pillay, Marsha Ambrosius, Sylvester Jordan Jr
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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