Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it Stupid
It was a late night sunset me and him out Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit That's how we rolled on the scene Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat I put it in park jumped out to get his back But as I did that, I heard two shots I turned to my right and I see my dude drop Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace I remember his face but what I remember most Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
[Chorus: x2] It was a year to this day that my best friend died For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried And I tried to pretend everything was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words faces covered with tears How we missed him so much and we wished he was here Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone And we said our goodbyes and they all went home I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen How the homie named his newborn son after him But as the sun went down the talk came to an end So I said a quick prayer, amen And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bounds That he had a freak that lived on that side of town He always kept the heat just in case it went down A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it, splendid Now with vengeance in my grasp I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime Remember what you was doin' last year at this time He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise When I split his face with the glock right before he could reply He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
[Chorus] And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it
What up though? Murs, 9th Wonder Murray's Revenge! Y'all know what time it is Shut your fat.. nah Watch your mouth and lower your tone and keep your hand on that cell phone We back
Now my day in the sun has come, the one chosen To break up the ice that got the rap world frozen Speak that slang that'll heat up the game Now, roll down your window turn the beat up, it bang Feelin' the breeze Let the world know they still makin' real MC's So please, make a call, tell your friend, tell the hood That we back and revenge never sounded so good Questionin' 9th about choppin' vocal samples I chop you in your throat 'til you choke on the answer Nice with this mic since I was broke and handsome 'Til I get my respect I'm holdin' dope for ransom From the West coast, everything I flow's an anthem A&R's who slept are now throwin' a tantrum Hand 'em over boys, your jewels and your girls Bow down to the sound cause "Murs Rules the World" I'm better than your favorite rapper But it don't take much these days for you to master the mic Most of these rappers trapped in the hype They makin whole albums, only half of it's tight So they never really have an impact on your life That's why "3:16" was genius We all connected through this "Minstrel Show" man, I mean it Until my days end I'm gettin' paid my friend Without pimpin' my soul, the gangster limpin' was old So I "Walk Like a Man" and, talk to my fans Clocked a few grand but you gotta understand I got a little money and I, coulda bought a chain But my momma woulda killed me, simple and plain Exchange foreign currency, for legal tender Now I'm back to end the era of the great pretender So pull your pants up and, turn that noise down It's Murs and 9th Wonder on the second go 'round
[Intro] What up though It's Murs, 9th Wonder Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition Shhhhhhh, shut your fat mouth, and listen
[Verse 1] Anticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outset 9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fans When I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculous That means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffer These niggaz need Jesus, fuck it, niggaz need Oprah All this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of living See, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not over I got sober, then got drunk again Got my boy from Carolina, picked up the pen Threw my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to win While you nuttin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoes with ease, with moves parallel to those and other three Couldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scene So I made my own episode 3:16 To answer all the rumors that been shooting through your group *Beat stops* Yes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity Loops *Beat resumes* But what does that matter?, this is more than music By buying this disc you have bought into a movement Not a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carry change if you wanna change, that karma is for you to carry All I'm trying to do is lighten your load So in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowed But I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goals So I got sober, got drunk again Murs 3:16, let the fun begin
