Paroles de They tryna murder me

Reporter

You may remember hearing about a murder
In las vegeas 2 months ago
In which a popular and contreversal performer
Was shot
Gang land style and killed
It's a murder that hasn't yet been solved
But the investigation has invited closer scrootney
Of the music industry
(fades away)

2pac
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
Them same mother fuckers
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
(ya'll mother fucking crazy)

Crazy
I got a work with what you gave me
Claiming i'm a criminal
When you the one that made me
They got me trapped in this slavery
Now i'm lost in this holocaust
Heading for my grave g
I told sam he can fuck the war
& got a busted jaw
For saying fuck the law
And if you wonder why i'm mad check the records

What's a nigga got a do to get respected
Sometimes i think i'm getting tested
& if i dont say yes a nigga's quick to get arrested
That's the reason i stay zested
I keep a vest on my chest
Incase the cops are getting restless
Walk around ready to light shit up
& since my life is fucked
Some say i'm slighty nuts
Buck buck is the sound as i mooova
Other niggas pay attention when a fool bust
They make a nigga be a killer
I used to be a dealer
But they wanted to see whooo's realer
Now them same motherfuckers want a murder me
& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me

Chorus
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
(they know everyday when i'm breathing it's it's...)
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me
(everytime i speak i want the truth to come out)
Them same mother fuckers want a murder me(you know what i'm saying everytime i speak i dont want shit)
& i wonder if the lord ever heard of me
I need loot so i'm doing what i do
& don't say shit
Until you've walked in my shoes