PRÉSENTATION

PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Candice Pillay
Candice Pillay
Chant
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Chant
S. Jordan
S. Jordan
Chant
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Chant
King Mez
King Mez
Chant
Marsha Ambrosius
Marsha Ambrosius
Chant
Sly Pyper
Sly Pyper
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Paroles/Composition
Marsha Ambrosius
Marsha Ambrosius
Paroles/Composition
Candice Pillay
Candice Pillay
Paroles/Composition
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Paroles/Composition
M. Ricks II
M. Ricks II
Paroles/Composition
Dwayne Abernathy
Dwayne Abernathy
Paroles/Composition
Charlie Wilson
Charlie Wilson
Paroles/Composition
Lonnie Simmons
Lonnie Simmons
Paroles/Composition
Rudy Taylor
Rudy Taylor
Paroles/Composition
Sly Jordan
Sly Jordan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Ingénierie de mixage
Dem Jointz
Dem Jointz
Production
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Carl M. Cartagena
Carl M. Cartagena
Assistance d’ingénierie
Focus
Focus
Ingénierie de mixage
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Ingénierie
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Ingénierie
Ric McRae
Ric McRae
Ingénierie
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

[Chorus]
Stone-cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 911, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder, murder
[Verse 1]
Murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo!)
Bullet to the dome, to the head
Murda dem down, kill a yout'
Don fi pull up on di man and (Turn me up!)
What it look like?
See, murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo!)
Bullets come down from the air
Murda dem down, kill a yout'
Don fi pull up on di man and (Turn me up!)
What it look?
[Chorus]
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 911, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder, murder
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
[Verse 2]
Murder this, murder listen, hear that Suburban whippin'?
Tinted windows, right at your wifey (Brrat!)
And I bet you miss her
Reload the Pro Tools, 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 timeline lookin' like Rosecrans
When these **** 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 them thighs high
Sometimes, I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, no scarier area
I'm very aware, hip-hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
And you way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is Hub City, ****, don't make us embarrass ya
Man, you should be realistic, these **** 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers, and you lookin' like another statistic
[Chorus]
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 911, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder, murder
[Verse 3]
Ah, shit!
Recognize what live inside these eyes, I'ma ride until the dead has risen
Live in a project buildin', dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen Jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counseling, five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
Our family 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
[Verse 4]
I lie on the side of a one-way street (Blow-blow-blow-blow!)
Nowhere to go, death all I can see (Blow-blow-blow-blow!)
I say, "Fuck is up?" I fuck 'em up, your supper's up, and something's up
I hope he no can walk the tightest rope before the double-dutch
Broke plenty records with this weapon, I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessin', 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
Is that murder?
Murder, murder, what they screamin' about?
Murder
[Bridge]
Ah!
[Outro]
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
It's murder
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Candice Pillay, Dwayne Abernathy, Kendrick Lamar, M. Ambrosius, M. Ricks II, S. Jordan, Sylvester Jordan, Jr.

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