Murs [랩]

Yea yea Yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea yea
We live and we die life is full of surprises
and I cant get over the fact that your gone.
I try to realize your not part of my life.
But I still try to fight but it just don’t seem right.

Bridge
Cause your not here anymore.
I can still see you walking out the door.
Your just a memory of what used to be.

Chorus
(Yeah)Sitting with my head between my hands.
I know ill never get you back again.
I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry.
(Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you.
I’m sorry for the pain I put you though.
Maybe its all just a dream.
But your still a part of me.

V2
I didn’t think you do it. You really leave me.
If I did it would be different believe me.
Its easy to say baby I’m a change.
The very next day it was the back to the same.
Going though my phone finding new names.
I said it was business I was so lame.
You saw though it and held me down.
A real queen, you held that crown.
You made such an impression on my life.
Natural progression was you to be my wife.
We talked family, we talked kids.
You thought I’d clam down, I never did.
I bought you home things from the rode before.
Malaysia, Australia silk form Singapore.
But what I give you this time you cant get rid of.
So you left me tired of this sick love.

Repeat chorus
Sitting with my head between my hands.
I know ill never get you back again.
I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry.
(Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you.
I’m sorry for the pain I put you though.
Maybe its all just a dream.
But your still a part of me.

Sitting here listing to the record you bought me.
Kinda blue original copy
You changed my life put me on to so much.
I miss our talks more then ya touch.
Such a fool to lose such a good thing.
You showed me parts of my city that I never seen.
Parts of myself that I never knew existed
Then I got famous I got it twisted!
You needed me I didn’t need you.
Find you a man that can do what I do for you.
I flew you to Rome I paid for this home.
How you coming at me like you grown.
Forget what I did…on tour
I said I loved you, you needed more
Why you trippin you need to understand
Sometimes a man's gotta be a man.

Repeat chorus
Sitting with my head between my hands.
I know ill never get you back again.
I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry.
(Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you.
I’m sorry for the pain I put you though.
Maybe its all just a dream.
But your still a part of me.

Music interlude……

Dam dam dam dam dam dam dam!
Walk in the house late, drunk, stumbling,
I pass out you would come tuck me in.
Where you at? Baby I need you.
I never knew all the pain this would lead to
I’m sorry I lied, tried to deceive you
You said you'd leave but I didn’t believe you.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, girl
I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
baby I’m sorry.

[Sample]
What do we do baby

[Intro]
Yeah. I just want to announce right now
that I am the realest rapper in the whole world
cause I got my momma in here with me.

[Verse One]
New face of America
You fools lack character
The first dude to pick up the mic and embarrass ya
Bare facts
I'm tearing up tracks
Ya game ain't there homie
Just lay back
Relax
Kick up your feet
And watch the world rock to this new beat
I'm talkin' bout peace
I'm talkin' bout change
Ain't talkin' bout beef
Ain't talkin' bout chains
I represent the streets from whence I came
Never been a loser
Don't need no gangs
Don't need no guns
I take these drums
And make the darkest day of your life seem fun
Lovin' life
I plug in mics
And show the mainstream that these thugs ain't tight
I'm twice the man that these boys will never be
MURS 3:16
Legendary MC

[MURS Speaking]
I've been around man and I'm gonna be around till I'm gonna be around
So when you see me around, respect me

[Chorus]
What do we do baby?
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough

[Verse Two]
Man the truth will set you free just give it a try
You ain't truly livin' if you livin' a lie
Naw
Man I swear to God
There ain't never been a rapper on the earth this hard
I love my momma
Stay away from the drama
Try to work my way through it if I ever had a problem
I say my prayers to the man upstairs
And if G's go to Heaven then I gotta be there

[MURS Speaking]
Look. Rest in peace Derick Martin. 45. Tamiko. I'ma see you when I get there

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I'm in love right now and it feels so good
To find a girl like mom and you wish you could...
Say I'm so soft
Say I ain't hood
Say it to my face, man I wish you would
And I'm smilin' in the press
Got all this money and you lookin' so depressed
Angry and mad
Man, I'm happy as hell
Might get a job if this record don't sell

[MURS speaking]
What? Burger King? McDonalds? Better yet, Best Buy or Target
At least I'll get a discount

[Verse Four]
Oh well, I'll be employee of the month
You'll never see your boy on the tube with gold fronts
That ain't me
It never was
You gotta do you and let it do what it does
I'ma be happy
Fame won't trap me
Catch me doin' this for the money then slap me
There's more to life
I'm better than that
I'm trying to lift you up instead of settin' you, settin' you back (echos)

[MURS Speaking]
It's good game man. I wouldn't tell you nothing that wasn't good for you though
That wasn't going to help you grow.

[Chorus]

[Outro]
This is MURS and 9th Wonder signin' off
And you know we do it, we do, we do it realistic
So, it's his wife and my momma and my girlfriend and we goin' home
That's it. No party, no after party, no Crystal, no hoes
Just me and my morano, goin' home

1, 2

She was only 15 in love with bad R 'n' B
She had to have vision 'cause she saw the star in me
Encouraged me to write about the drama in my life
To most that seems strange like something wasn't right

I used to fall a victim to the lunchroom comedians
Somethin' like a outcast, started smokin' weed and then
I sorta fell into my own
Kind of felt at home when behind the microphone

But on the bus ride home that didn't mean a thing
Harassed by the thugs on the corners they would hang
I got banged on, I got beat down
Carrying a golf club walking up the street now

They respect me, they call me crazy
At least I'm not gettin' punked out on the daily
And when I look back I wouldn't change a thing at all
Where do you think I found the strength to be speakin' to y'all?

I'll take everything in this life
(Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies)
I'll join everyone when I die
(From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly)

God is love then hatin' is Satan
'Cause then tight patients got me sitin' here waitin'
On the day when it's okay to love
When black men won't pretend that they are thugs

When teachers and doctors are treated like celebrities
You could get a job even if you got a felony
Check out my melody, let's live in harmony
We're in this together, no man has economy

No man is an island, immune to the violence
This rap race is no place to raise a child in
What's wrong with smilin', what's wrong with peace
What's wrong with squashin' beef before they label you deceased

Swallow your pride before your choke on your issues
I know you got family and folks that'll miss you
So don't misuse this gift you've been given
This life is but a dream, you are blessed to be livin'

I'll take everything in this life
(Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies)
I'll join everyone when I die
(From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly)

And basically, man, I'm just a dude that tries to do right
You know I try to make my, my tomorrows better than my yesterdays
Without, without hurtin' anyone else in the process
'Cause if you leave the world a better place
Then it was when you got here then we all win

Now there's birth and there's death but the space in between us
Where the journey takes place and you give it all meanin'
It's waitin' on us all, there's no need to pretend
No feedom in the feelin' where you're fearin' the end

All good things come to it, walk don't run to it
Times you want to end it yourself, don't do it
Be original, be different
Be the one to stand up and shock this system

I'll take everything in this life
(Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies)
I'll join everyone when I die
(From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly)

I'll take everything in this life
I'll join everyone 'cause all men die

What up though? It's Murs and, it seems like nobody's trying man.
There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man.
At least I'm trying, man.
Look, don't ever let the fact that you can't be perfect,
Stop you from doing your best.
Murs for President.

Unless we try, the innocent will die
You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie
Look, we not helpless
We not hopeless
Said a prayer for the homie, locked up and wrote this
He got to get out and change his ways
While I'm looking for a way to explain these days
It's trying time
I'm trying to rhyme
But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah

Look, I'm dying to be different
Down to die to make a difference
Music for the movement with a message upliftin'
Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world
Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl
You can't be scared to take that chance
Cause if you rather knock twice then you late for the dance
You gotta, move with urgency, assert with certainty
Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, "Certainly"

Higher than the kite, I'm high off life
At the height of my career, a high priest on mics
I'm anti-thug and anti-drugs
Brought peace to the party and got anti-love
But haters so antiquated, I anticipated
Accepted it internally, had 9th interpolate it
He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it
I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created

A hot mess
I'm hot off the press
You yesterday's news, dude you just not fresh
You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes
I'm a shot of espresso and hot morning sex
Early to rise and the last to fall
The best thing for black youths since the basketball
Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know +The Breaks+
And if you don't know your history, I know your fate

Uh, look
Been here a minute, be around a while longer
Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger
Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers
While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards
Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you
Love songs one minute, then I'm wildin' on you
That's +The Pain+ you gotta +Love And Appreciate+
I'm a +Bad Man+, you +Silly Girls+ need to get it straight

Small guys, denying this is my world
Your girlfriend call herself a +Dark-Skinned White Girl+
Got a 9th beat
Man come on
He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on
Run-on sentence
I'm the best period
He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it
Nada, nothing, the negative zone
And if you can't do better, you should let it alone

I want it more than you
I want it, I want it right now
I'm wanted in 48 states for this style
It's sicker than syringes, streamlined with strychnine
Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind
Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes
So go ahead kick yours, hope I don't kick mine
At 50-yard line against the wind through the uprights
While you just choke and can't win cause you uptight

Ha
He came to the game with two MCs
Back when people said you can't make beats on PCs
Internet haters, major labels be damned
Soon produced the full-blown +Threat+ for the man
Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his hand
A few months back them fools didn't understand
Now it's Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc
The name 9th Wonder and he crushin' all competitors

I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks
Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that?
I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates
Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this
Insane, inspired, insider street analyst
Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is
The voice is proof the choice of the youth
Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth

[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

Fly like a condor, fly like a eagle, fly in an 85' candy painted Regal, fly lie a dove, I come from up above, I'm rappin' on the mic and you can call me Murs Love . I run this house, I'm dumbin' out, I can make your girl come keep my tongue in my mouth [WHOA], I'm that cold with it, 23 below with it, snow ball effect i suggest that ya'll roll with it. It's gettin' bigger man, it's a movement, it's called the President I'ma show you how to do it [watch]. You put your tie on, get your fly on, she say D.J. he play my song. Long time comin', but I been runnin', hands underground like Harriet Tubman, never been thuggin' ya'll niggas buggin', there's too many fine ass women in this club.

I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings (x6)
watch a nigga spread his wings


[I'm lookin fly] like zero gravity, laid back everything flow to me naturally, [ha ha] yep like that girl you tried to mac to, I applied my G-force and she flew right past you. Didn't think that she would do that, now you hatin' on me at the bar, askin' "who that?", rock star my hair out of control, you just another rapper dude playin' a roll. I'm eclectic, eccentric, thrift store expensive. You just want to mention you ain't this extensive. Limited. your world is this big, you ain't left your block since you were a little kid. You wanna see the world your girl wanna live, I grabbed her hand lead her to the floor and we gigged, spread my wings like Andre Hicks, gettin' play on both coasts like the L.A. Knicks.

I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings (x6)
watch a nigga spread his wings


Lookin' fly like Delta, fly like Continental, known to take flight on a fly instrumental, fly super fly I leap over skyscrapers, write fly rhymes on sheets of fly paper. Peter Pan fly you never seen a man fly think happy thoughts while you just fly stand by. I flew all around the world but you can't be a fly dude with out a fly girl. [Ya'll really need to step ya'll female game up. Forget your diamonds] My Brazilin she worth a few million, beauty and brains might let her have my children, walked in the buildin' treated like a villain, 'cause my light skin cute thing from Crenshaw killed 'em. I shut it down man please, you ain't never seen a Asian
girl with natural D's, [Look at her], [See my Philippino, my Pinay, my mahal My Manila on the dance floor havin' a ball.

Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong
I met you on valentine's through a pal of mine
I knew he liked you but he was outta line
I was nerdy actin', yeah, I was dirty mackin'
Said my piece then waited on your reaction
You said yes, I guess out of pity
Had me hella happy, I was skip around my city
She really likes me, I call right away
You waited 50 hours, I counted night and day
Once we talked I knew you were different
I had my work cut out for me from the beginning
I played Luther, all types of lullabies
I wrote you crazy poetry, competing with them other guys
I made you mix tapes, I wanted the exclusive
Playin' hard to get, so elusive
It wasn't love at first sight but I made you love me
Know you couldn't be happier that you gave it to me
Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong
I must have my females crossed
'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost
Picked you up and cut the other girls off
Now it's me and you against the world at any cost
I said I must have my females crossed
'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost
Picked you up and cut the other girls off
Now it's me and you against the world at any cost
I walked on the wild side for ya
The boys on the block used to chase you round the corna
Claimin' some gang, I didn't care which
They was just mad, you wasn't they chick
We had a lotta, we had a few fights
But it was all done at the end of every night
We hit the boardwalk under the pier
Underneath full moons I would whisper in your ear
You're my sweetheart, girl, you're my everything
Worked two jobs just to get you this wedding ring
I haven't gave it to ya, I'm tryin' to save till ya
Least expect it and make it something major for ya
You're the best thing to happen in my life
Now it's time for you to get it crackin' as my wife
Beauty and brains, the package so right
Plus it don't hurt, you give me action every night
Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Yeah, yeah

Intro:
Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors. To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money, the spring and the fall. The 45 city tours. We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day. Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks. It's like this...

Verse One:
I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out on tour
Home for one month then gone for two more
I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green
Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens
And from
Show to show I'm glad to be seen
But my home is home I'll lackin' that steam
But on the real
I got some bills to pay
My cable just got shut off the other day
Voicemail, got a million messages to play
Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say
And oh, I just love it because my life's so public
My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it
And no I'm not complainin'
I'm a keep campaignin'
Till I reach my goal or I go insane

Chorus: [x2]
The road is my religion
I'ma keep on sinnin'
Hope to God I'm forgiven for the way that I'm livin'
The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin'
Still I won't be forgiven for the way that I'm livin'

Verse Two:
I'm on a Delta Continental American flight
And I won't be long so you know I pack light
But still I might miss and the way that I kiss you
Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you
The night before I leave for a couple of weeks
Hear you cryin' in your sleep
Taste the tears on your cheek
It's sweet but it's bitter
The emotion that it triggers
Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner
I wish I never had to leave
Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve
But you still believe
And they say you naive
So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe
It needs to be said that it's just not easy
Every night different city, different women want to please me
I keep it true and I walk on through
Say my prayers and go to sleep after talkin' to you

Chorus

Verse Three:
Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this
Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit
I'm like
This is it?
This is the life that I chose?
A hundred days at home
Two hundred days on the road
But I guess I'm addicted
Because I really start to miss it
Don't know what I'm chasin' but I know I gotta get it
It ain't about fame or a couple of dames
Or a million different faces with a thousand different names
It ain't about praise or the hands being raised
To me it just a job and I'm glad that it pays
And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall
If I don't holla back then my skin starts to crawl
And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags
Dress up or go home
Hotels and jet lag
Can't lose my religion cause it's all that I have
I keep runnin' worldwide till I run out of gas

Chorus

Outro:
I'm so so sorry. To each and every girl I didn't call back, after we spent the night together. But you're beautiful, I love you. Man, you don't know about me. Mr. Dibbs!

So I'm at the barbershop
And we talking about this new generation of hip-hop
And how, how lost you all are man
But y'all have no science
So here you go
The systematic knowledge of the physical world
Gained through observation and experimentation
Usually beginning with a hypothesis
Or what some may call an estimation
Record your results from a series of tests
And what your left with is a theory at best

Now let me give my hypothesis, an educated guess
On why my people on the whole seem to be such a mess

Genocide, the deliberate extermination of a race, culture, or an entire nation
Centuries ago they brought us here on a boat
Enslaved us, beat us til our spirit was broke
Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope
Then they killed our leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he’s the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known supplier, he snitched on Rick so he could retire
Ratted on Ricky so he got out quickly, now this is where the situation gets a little sticky

Not a citizen of the U.S.A. he got released and got hired by the D.E.A.
Then he got his green card by the I.N.S.
But that should’ve never happened due to previous arrests
See our government seems to think that there’s a difference
Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance
You get five years for five grams of crack
But in the powdered form you have a hundred times that
Now who has the rock, and who has the powder?
Who’s the oppressed and who has the power?
They want you to fail so you wind up in jail
You know how much they make while you sitti'n in that cell?
Billions of dollars for inmate facilities
You sell yourself back into slavery willingly
It's not black and white, it’s so much more
It’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poor
The poor white’s meth, the poor black’s crack
It’s not about race and once you realize that, we as a nation are free to move on
And become one people, a movement, strong

Now black people weren't the first to be enslaved
We were just the first to be treated this way
No education you were killed if you could read
So you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeed
And what happens to a lie when you livin' it
You lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' it
So many of us to this day act ignorant
A mere shadow of our form of magnificence
Wellfare
No independence we become victims dependin' on the system
Looking for a handout waiting on some help
Toiling on the past feeling sorry for your self
But you do what you can to make it out the trap
And that right there is the origin of rap
It wasn't always played on every radio station
It was us makin the best out of a bad situation
Inner city schools stopped teaching us instruments
We took turntables and started flippin' it
Stole electricity from the street lights
Plugged it into a system and made the beat hype
There was a mic but MC's weren't rulin'
It was more 'bout what the DJ was doin'
He say a few words (GO GO) to keep the party movin'
The beat boys dancin' to the breaks and the grooves
An the break was the part where the record broke down
Where it was just a drum and a couple of sounds
You had two records you could go back and forth
To keep the groove goin' cause the break was so short

Now if that aint' science I don't know what is
The ingenuity of these young black kids
The Bronx New York Central Recita
Who hurt earth hip-hop true believers
(Theory) Adversity produces opportunity
Anythings accomplished through strength and unity
The fate of the world is in the hip-hop commuity
The revolution is here and now with you and me

(Murs is a Scientist)

[Chorus]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
but at the end of the day you're all wrong

[Murs]
All blue chuck taylors, blue Dodger hat
85 Regal, my daughter in the back
I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all
On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall
Weekdays I'm an RN down at Kaiser
Weekends at church I'm a youth adviser
Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots
I can never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been done move,but it's not that simple
I gotta come back,my grandmomma there
Sometimes it's drama, but I really don't care
It's my neighborhood and I love it
Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it

[Chorus x2]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
but at the end of the day you're all wrong

[Murs]
All red chuck taylors, red Dodger hat
Posted up at market with a bottle of yak
I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say
But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day
Ten interviews, no call backs
PO askin' me where my job at
I'm an ex-con that's almost useless
I'm a felon, don't mean that I'm stupid
Got caught up, tried as an adult
Lost five years of my life as a result (real talk)
In the feds I prayed and I read
Anything to keep the system up out my head
I read Zen, Young, Bukowski
You really don't know a damn thing about me
I probably gotta higher IQ than you
These jobs ain't hiring, what should I do...

[Chorus x2]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
but at the end of the day you're all wrong

[Murs]
All black dickies, black Cortez,
White wife beater, a fresh shaved head
I'm just a gangsta,that's what you thinkin'
You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln
You see my tattoos, you figure why bother?
Really I'm an artist and I got my own parlor
Hard workin' father,wife and two daughters
Strugglin',trying to keep our heads above water
I'm a tax payer,I'm bilingual
I'm chicano,I'm not an illegal (I was born here)
Tryin' to live your American dream
But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans.
They're 42s,they starched and they creased
I got a education, I got proper speech
I'm from the streets,I'm not less of a man
Just trying to get by and do the best that I can

[Chorus x2]
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
but at the end of the day you're all wrong

I'm only 9, on the block
Bailin' to the liquor store with 2 dollars in my socks
Say "cause" when I talk, pants sag when I walk
Bumpin' K-DAY, just discovered hip-hop
I play Pop Warner and I love Transformers
But you see the big homey standin' out on the corner
He got real guns, not the ones from G.I. Joe
He feared and respected like everywhere we go
Can't wait 'til I'm 10 and I get jumped in
You should see the tattoo he gave himself with pen
He did in the pen like 3 years ago
And he just got home, now he bigger than befo'
Liftin' weights in the yard he, way too hard
Been shot 5 times, even let me touch the scars
I can ride in his car when I get from the hood
A fresh Iroc with a dope Kenwood
Two 15's and his curl on sheen
A big booty freak with some airbrushed jeans
Don't dis put the hood in your childhood dreams
Growin' up these days ain't as easy as it seems

[Chorus]
We live life like death ain't a thing
Fear and respect we collect like kings
Relive stress with every breath I sing
And we all chase money cause we scared to chase dreams

19, almost 20 years old
Cut the baby curl, now I got an afro
Cornrows, some say french braids
Weed and robberies the only way I get paid
Couldn't slang crack, O.G.'s do that
So money hungry wouldn't front me a sack
That's why the old timers keep gettin' jacked
I'm full time bangin' ain't no turnin' back
Dropped out of school, no G.E.D
But in these streets I'm a G-O-D
Enemies tell they B.G. stories 'bout me
A nightmare, when I'm off that P

That's why they always run when they see me in the street
Known to beat 'em down, straight take they heat
What about the police, man even they scared
When I see ya hit the block I put 2 in the air

Got my momma scared of me
And she's the only woman the would ever dare to love me
Respect from my peers, on the set 10 years
Bonafide so I hide my regrets and my fears
On the front porch buzzin'
High that's probably why I didn't even see 'em comin'
5 rounds to the chest now I'm fightin' for my life
Cause some fool from the other side, wanted stripes

Flatline
Flatline

I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot
Days got shade let me take you 'round the way
Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city
Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky
But that was eighty-six and, things done changed
We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang
Not the rips and the dogs, man the smog might kill ya
But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin' north of Wilshire
Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall
Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon
Come to the hood where we do the most good
Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should
Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gardener
From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Alta Dena
The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture
And I hope the way we do the damn thing don't insult ya

[Chorus: x2]
I'm from L.A. (ah) Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do everything with a bang
And everybody wanna know, what set you claim

The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low
Your favorite rapper gettin' jacked for more than his sick flows
Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows
The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes
Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest
And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas
Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters
Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas
You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters
The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses
Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it
Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it
Bandannas, face lifts, quick trips to Vegas
White t-shirt, Chuck Taylor's or them K-Swiss
Pop lockin', Crip walkin', chronic blunts, G-Funk
A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once

[Chorus]

And I'm the four-letter word that you don't bleep out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out
Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come back?
Lyin' 'bout your life, over beats comin' whack?
And you say I'm backpack, cause I don't have a gat
Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' with the facts
I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful and black
And my momma didn't raise no fool like that
I understand that you broke, you tryin' to get money
But you don't start gangbangin' in your mid-20's
Don't know nothin 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin'
You ain't even worth namin!
But I got a right hook that'll vacate your Timberlands
Take this outside, set it straight like gentlemen
I do feel the music so I kinda respect it
But don't confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon

What 'chu gon' do man, ha?
Get knocked out
I'm real official like a referee with a whistle boy
Get it right man
My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla!

I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock
Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the block
Like it be on TV when these dummies try to rock
With they secondhand flows like they runnin' on a clock
In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the rifles
The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos
Look, now can we party?
And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink Bacardis
But in a minute I'ma probably
Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice shaped body
If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my temple
I'ma, grind from behind as we wind to the tempo
If she break it down slow, then it feel like mo'
That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't know
All I do is have fun and bring life to the fans
And I, don't need a gun cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon

Nice with my hands dog, never seen the floor man
Ask somebody, check the stats!
Murs man, yo get at these fools though
Let 'em know what's good baby, woo!

We shocked the world last year when, nobody heard of me
My boy he got skills that's like, musical surgery
Me you know the deal I'm a lyrical emergency
We keepers of the real, just consider us security
Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top flight
As long as we in control everything's alright
While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up
I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin' caught up
In the drama and the BS
Jumped up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh
Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I press eject
I gotta lay 'em down on these beats cause they need wreck
Yes, I'm back for the title
And I brought an iron fist, just to smack all your rivals
Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals
Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my hand on the bible
Let's go

I'm a, hood legend, you should feel threatened
Front I'ma show you what's good in a second
The best in the business, I mean what is it?
The dopest MC to walk talk it and live it
A wide bright screen with a blockbuster signature
Every new line I speak should be in cinemas
Champion sound, I win with words
Like you finally talked your girl into sleepin' with a friend of hers
Oh yeah, I'm off on a good one
Momma's so proud of what her boy from the hood done
Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I
Got out these streets I got my grind like I
Got on these beats I gotta come tight it's
Gotta be me, it's gotta be 9th
Your boy dropped some stuff and it was probably nice
But they need a little help, and a lot of advice
Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein' no bread and
Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead
And grateful, you didn't live life hateful
Change for the better like the weather in April
Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful
A heart full of hate, is a waste and disgraceful
Uh, don't ingest, turn your stomach
When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet
Come with cha best and you can lose like the rest
Straight shots when I shoot how we do on the West
Yeah!

You know who we might be, man myth or M-C
But Murs sums it up best now, wouldn't you agree?
I, stuck to the plate like it's And1 and straight
Sew the mic around your neck and then bounce it off your face
With grace, the ace in the hole, replacin the old
Cause the new generation got a taste for some soul
Hold on to opinions 'til I tell you to have one
That mic wasn't hot until the spot 'til I grabbed one
Off the stand now it's off the hook
And when the beat is this nuts, then I'm off the books
Meaning, off the head, freestylin' makin' bread
And I shoulda been in a movie but I made my own instead
Still pioneering with this independent hustle
And your mic cord is much too short for you to tussle
For the man that pro like 40-Water, poured in remembrance
Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements
Innocent 'til proven guilty
Should I die don't look for the dude that killed me
Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow
Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn't hollow
And you can holla out my name from the top of the game
And since you passed homey I promise I'll do the same
For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend
Then success has always been the best form of revenge
THE END

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

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

Chorus [Sample]:
Left me standin here
On this lonely street to cry

[MURS]
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand MURS

[Verse 1]
What up though, still givin' a fuck so
Open up your changer and get ready to dump those
Disc of the dudes that be soundin' the same
They get up on TV, steady clownin' for fame
Disrespectin' ancestors that was bound in them chains
But I'm around in the game
So thangs is bound to change
I'm tryin to walk that thin line
Between intelligence and ignorance
Have a little fun while makin' music of significance
A nemesis to niggas just bumpin' they gums
I give a fuck where you from
It's where your heart at bitch
You gon' bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit?
A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
Cause my heart can't quit, I got something to say
Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A.
Niggas With Artillery and nothin' to spray
Just some non-right assholes with nothin' to say

[Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking]
That's right motherfuckas
Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas
Y'all fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em

[Verse 2]
I'm from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars
Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars
No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
And niggas just start shootin', they too hard to fight
I'm scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright
Dare any one of you frauds to bite
I'm raw as life
With loss of wife and cause of strife
Spittin' sharp wit like I floss with knives
Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated
I'm elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis
I'm a Californicator and a street narrator
Steady runnin' rappers down until they meet their maker
Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a
Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator or the
Heat versus Lakers, I'ma speak to ya later
And let 9th take me out
With techniques and a fader

[Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking]
What's wrong wit y'all man?
The fuck is y'all thinkin' bout?
Damn, them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man

[Verse 3]
I'm from the home of Double K, nothin' but trouble gang
KWS's, LTS's, OFA's
And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
And mob the RUD before the MTA
So don't hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine
Tryin' to make some green like the Culver city bus line
I'm unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhymin' like?
I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats
I mean so sick like he's forgettin' to eat
A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet
And anybody chose me they was thinkin' defeat
I'ma spit with this heat until I get my credit
I'm a verbal martial artist like I'm signed to Shady Records
And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you
Have your whole crew screamin' out "You're My Boy Blue!"

Damn time's done changed these thugs do what they like
Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife
And still hit the block and slang rocks at night
But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right
Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say
You don't have to sell drugs or make the NBA
It's easy to get a grant and get an MBA
To achieve one goal there's more than one way
Young people on the whole we have lost our way
I don't care what it cost I'm not impressed my nigga
That throwback jersey is a dress my nigga
I remember diamonds used to be girl's best friend
Enslaving Black children with them third world gems
I don't care about your rims, kids ride Big Wheels
Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't
With way more ego than you have true talent

<And this is for...>

Any white boy who thinks he knows my struggle
Cause he listens to Pac and his adrenaline doubles
Now I ain't got problems with you being yourself
But when you front and use the N word, it just don't help
I might not trip, and your friends'll laugh at you
But I know some real niggaz that'll straight up slap you
Now you could be down, but let's act grown up
Cause we ain't the same color when police show up
My culture's not a trend, being Black is not in
But for you it's just a phase you're gonna have to transcend
While even if I tried, I could never blend in
To society's mainstream, American dream
Yeah, it's all one love, but remember one thing
This music is my life, not a cultural fling
It's an expression of the soul when we dance and sing
And you are blessed to have a chance to even glance the scene

<And this is for...>

Man I do the same music, they stop coming to shows
It's like they scared of the white boys in the front row
First I was like "so?" I'mma get my dough
But the numbers kept falling as my fan base would grow
And now I'm concerned so I gotta speak up
First the money was the only thing shutting me up
But now I don't care, don't support me, get mad
Why wouldn't you abort me, my own people have
I feel I should have the scans white rappers have
It's sad but that's the way it is
What's the reason that my album doesn't sell like his?
And don't front like you don't why the hell that is
It's because he's white, you can relate to his face
Through the years you've been taught that Black is unsafe
Plus it's only natural for your own to be embraced
Conscious or subconscious you can't say that ain't the case
Only reason it took so long to take place
Was up until now your only choice was 3rd Bass
Or others like Ice, wasn't really that tight
Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic
You relate to their stories cause you share that past
Question is, why would you listen to MURS' Black ass?
I asked myself for a while but now I finally get it
Good music transcends all physical limits
It's more than something that you hear, it's something that you feel
When the author and experience and passion is real
Used to feel I should be silent, I was scared to do this song
But I want everyone aware of what is going on
Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues
And yes it is the exact same way they did rock
But I refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip-hop
I refuse to watch that bullshit...

<And this is for...>

(Intro: Murs)
Ready?

(9th Wonder)
Uh-huh

(Murs)
Aight..........

After tonight
Don't leave your girl round me, heartbreaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th

(Chorus 1)
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the (Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
Or lied to have sex, yet you say I'm the (Bad Man!)
Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a (Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
on the phone with my momma talkin' bout I'm a (Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

(Verse 1)
All I wanted was to fuck, from the start I never lied
Now it hurts my heart to have to see you cry
Let you know from the jump, I was that type of guy
Now you all on my voice mail askin' me why
Never kissed you in public and I never held your hand
I never said I loved you so I never was your man
How can we break up?, when we never broke down
and committed to each other, we was fuckin' around
That's how people get hurt, and we both do dirt
Now we could put this all behind us and make things work
Or I could get behind you cuz I like that skirt
Sorry 'bout that, got a one track mind
But if you say you don't wanna fuck me too, then you lying
Tryna fight it girl, shit bring your ass here
Who else can make you wet by doin' this in your ear
(See why you playin', all that bullshit you sayin')

(Chorus 1)

(Verse 2)
She got me screamin' in public, in the middle of the mall
I lightly touch her arm, what'd the bitch do?, fall
Now they call security, it's about to be drama
I would never hit a woman, I was raised by my momma
But I kinda feel bad even though I didn't do shit
Now I gotta waste time to find a new chick
Someone who understand a man's gotta be a man
I don't wanna have to lie just to get into your pants
And ain't nothin' wrong with a one night stand
that happens twice a week, plus I'm nice in the sheets
And you look like a freak, it'll be to your benefit
A nigga you can fuck, and a nigga you can kick it with
I'm sick of this phone tag text message foreplay
I like to be spontaneous, that's my forte
Let's go to my crib and have, sex in the door way
We'd talk all night if you had things your way

(Chorus 1)

(Verse 3)
She said this might make me look like a knight in shinin' armor
Great way to escape or get away from the drama
So I got a little momma, first, had to disarm her
said she heard about us rappers, I still got to charm her
I'ma tell you what you wanna hear and make it the truth
Haven't been with a woman since I left Cam loose
Two months ago in Canada, ask my road manager
He'll tell you I'm a good guy, I wouldn't lie to you
just because you look fly, look my bus cards are new
We'll shoot to my room, make the best out of twelve hours
We can wash that club smell out your hair in the shower
Turn down the power, lie down and make spoons
Or we can talk all night and listen to ITunes
You assume this the game that I spit to every girl
But I'm careful with my heart and who I let up in my world
(So, here's my number, call me anytime girl)

(Chorus 2)
Just because I'm a musician she must think I'm a (Bad Man!)
All alone when she listens and I know what she's wishin'
But she won't pay attention cuz she thinks I'm a (Bad Man!)
It's not as bad as you think, cuz you had a few drinks
I'll hold you hair out the sink, you still think I'm a (Bad Man!)
I don't do this all the time, you are just that fine
Get that shit out your mind, I am not the (Bad Man!)

(Outro)
Bad Man! 3X

(Verse 1 - MURS)
First let me ask for forgiveness, since I might go to hell
But I'm addicted to these girls, though where they fuck feel smell
And I been around the world in and out of hotels
Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell
It all started with Mel my first time doin' it
Nervous, couldn't speak, I was scared I might ruin it
Something like a pulse she knew how to take it slow
Knew one false move and I could fuck around and blow
So I went with the flow, it went better than I planned
Finally found something better than cummin' in my hand
They say you come twice the first time, now I understand
I came once inside of her, then I became a man
The next couple of times weren't quite that memorable
Temikha, Glydia must've thought I was pitiful
Bustin' after two minutes, I thought that shit was typical
That was probably why they never got back at a nigga so

(Hook - MURS)
Once upon a time in a land around the way
There lived a couple of girls that would never give me play
Used to wear tight shirts and short skirts everyday
Everytime I tried to hit it they say, no way
Till one fine day in this land of L.A
We finally slipped up and she let me have my way
She kinda turned me out, changed my life I must say
Cause I haven't stopped chasin' these bars to this day

(Verse 2 - MURS)
Now out the city walk come at this iddibittybitch
About 4'7..hmmm..4'11 with a switch
Now lets just say, ehh I think I got it backwards
But big things do come good in small packages
As for actrices in L.A. there's so many
Let me tell you about this freak named Small Town Jenny
After bad auditions, she was guaranteed to hit me
To fuck her on a break when she was waitressing at Danny's
Now there was Umi, female emcee
We talked most of the night about the M-I-C
When it was time for us to get down to B-I-Z
She let me stick it straight in her asshole, lyrically
I love chicks on e that you meet out at these raves
They use it as an excuse for them to misbehave
I met Rachel in the corner all emotional and mushy
Put my dick on her tongue, glowstick in her pussy
And

(Hook)

(Verse 3 - MURS)
Alright I had a dancer named Candy stripper chicks
Said she only had to dance to get her family out the fix
Fine as hell, but the bitch made me sick
Cause after datin' two months she'd still make me tip
I know a female mexicana by the name of Iliana
She likes me dinky's and a wife beater not pyjama's
Caught her with another dude poppin' up by her casa
But I keep her on the team just to represent la raza
Now Lesbian Liz hasn't called a lot lately
She love to live the legends but she also loves the ladies
I had to let her go, before she led me to crazy
She was lousy in the sack, laid back and hell of lazy
A couple of weeks back it was all about Meretta
Straight up hood rat always beggin' me for cheddar
Had to keep her hair did and her manicure was real
But now I'm fuckin' the corean broad that used to do her nails
And

(Hook)

[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

Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shit
Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb shit
Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store
Where the early mornin' tints sometime 'round four
I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim
When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him
To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor)
Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang
Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain
He was with two other dudes, I don't remember their names
I thought great, it was time for me to shake
But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say (Wait)
When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it
I was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew it
He lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor)
I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?"
Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce
walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice
Remember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose?
Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money
He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy
They Got Yo Ass on Tape" (But they didn't see my face)
"Well they got my car and my fuckin license plate
Man get the fuck gone" (Murs why you gotta hate)
"Hate nor love got shit to do with this
You better run for the fives come through this bitch
You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes
To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said (You right)
Then he bolted up the street
once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief
But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker
left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat

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