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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
Performer
Nottz
Nottz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Calvin Broadus
Calvin Broadus
Composer
Dominick Lamb
Dominick Lamb
Composer
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Composer
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Composer
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Nottz
Producer
Devin England
Devin England
Recording Engineer
Lussx
Lussx
Recording Engineer
Dj Karee
Dj Karee
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Dayzel "The Machine" Fowler
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Murder music, tu non fai boom-boom, fai solo bau-bau
Ti investo con un mezzo vroom-vroom, poi muori e ciao, ciao
In casa troppa neve, c'ho i Moonboots, lei miagola, miao
In strada sono Jesus, salgo sopra un jet per Sao Paulo
Ci credi che appaio nella notte come Freddy
Da un incubo vi risvegliate freddi
Savastano style, ti blocco i freni, mentre sei in discesa ripida
Scena del crimine, è un delitto, chiama la Scientifica
Festeggio la tua morte in qualche isola, is living up
Con tutte queste bitches con il Molly nella bibita
Sig Sauer, che ti fa camminare un po' a zig zag
E spit fire, per ricomporti chiamano CSI
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yo, murder music, just for this type of shit they could ban us
'Cause this what they gon' play when they wipe they prints off they hammers
I'm really like that, I ain't just write this shit for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta
Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn't for us
Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays on my foreign
In L.A., R&B bitch drunk with her hands around me
The night Swizz introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party
When my shrimp introduced me to hard, I had grams around me
A star player never asks for the ball, they just playin' around me
**** heard I took a shot, they was askin' if I was good
I looked the shooter right in his eyes when that trigger got pulled, huh
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, some come through the water, some come through the border
Some of 'em get caught, but that's dependin' on the porter
Old **** hidin', young **** slidin'
I'm bein' a man, just protectin' and providin'
My only concern is if it cooked right
My chain yellow, way the diamonds set up, it make it look white
Kill you for nuttin', 'cause they petty
Cut into dog food with the fetti
They young, but they ready
No crowd, I get my applause off the beat
I'm a boss, so I make sure all of us eat
Say, a couple funerals'll bring a war to a cease
And remember, it ain't no reward for the streets
This is not normal, dickey suit is how we dress formal
Way I'm ridin' these tracks like a porno
Aight then, what's up then?l I'm bustin'
Every control substance, I touched it, I know it's disgustin'
I'm just stackin', call me El Guapo
And I bet you never had a brick from El Chapo
Tuesday, I just play the crib and make tacos
A lot of **** frontin' like they nice, but they not, though
Y'all spoke that up, now soak that up
They done pulled my coat, ****, the GOAT got up, what's up?
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yo, I only got time to murder shit, I bang 'em while deafenin' both ears
When I'm makin' **** black and rip couches and throw chairs
At times I be unleashin' the wrath that most fear
I don't discriminate, I even body close peers
See, I'm suggestin' most you **** should get to steppin' to the rear
And fuck what most you ****'ll talk, I don't care
If you don't rep it right, you shouldn't come around here
Adjust one level up, make sure a **** sound clear
They wanna stop, and wanna stare
They hate that I'm the best, and it's greatness in the flesh, and it's pointless to compare
You need to scribe this jewelry I write to save this shit on a server
And type the way that I speak for movin' space on a cursor
I'm not an advocate for violence, but push me, I'ma push you further
The script, hand on my hips, squeezin' the grip a little firmer
These dumb **** don't realize that it's better to be a learner
But when you don't is when you get the feelin' of burner
Shut the fuck up, it's better to be watchers, listeners, and observers
('Cause if you not) You'll fuck around, that's how **** like you get murdered
Murder music, mur-murder music
Murder music, murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Yeah, murder music
Murder music, mur-murder music
Written by: Calvin Broadus, Dominick Lamb, Jason Phillips, Jeremie Pennick, Trevor Smith
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