Genocide

[Produced by Dr. Dre & Dem Jointz] [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder, murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder, murder, murder (Murder) [Verse 1: Candice Pillay] Murda dem down kill ‘em dead (Yo!) Bullet to the dome to the head Murda dem down kill a yout’ Don fe pull up on de man and (Hit ‘em up!) What it look like? See murda dem down kill 'em dead (Yo!) Bullets come down from the air Murda down killa you Don fe pull up on de man and (Hit 'em up!) What it look? [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] There's the stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder, it's murder, it's murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder, murder, murder (Murder) [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] (It's been a 187 in this bitch!) Murder this, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin' Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Brrp!) 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 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 [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] There's the stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder, it's murder, it's murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder, murder, murder (Murder) [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Ahh, shit! Recognize what lives inside these eyes I'm silent 'til 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 paid 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 something's 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 your dead homie Fucked the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie! [Bridge] Murder, murder Murder... murder It's all murder... murder [Outro] Murder, murder, murder, murder (It's been a 187 in this bitch!)