[Intro]
You know what the fuck be pissing me off?
The other motherfuckers think they running my block
Jump off that fucking stoop, hit the fucking gate, n***a
Grab your burners it's time to go to war
I give the n***as the whole fucking clip
Every motherfucking round in this motherfucker you can get
Tell 'em it's a block war
Murder murder, murder murder

(Bongo 808)

[Verse 1]
N***as run up on this red '64
You get a white tag on your big toe
These ain't punch lines, n***as kick doors
Leave your baby mama with her lip swole
All handguns, n***as pack light
N***a's mouth loose but my strap tight
N***as slide through and they bust first
We killin' everybody that night
Block wars, we bout that life
Scuffed J's and them fist fights
Dead bodies on dead bodies
Savage, that's what I live like
Go and chop a n***a head off
Fuck around, let the rounds hit you
Blood splattered on them n***as with you
All I had to do was give a signal
Magazines if you got an issue
Hit one n***a with the Source
Hit two n***as with the Vibe
Bitch I kill your vibe
It's a reason n***as can't fuck with Chuck
I'm a Compton n***a and I don't give a fuck
N***a walk around with that pistol tucked
I do the drive-bys out a Bentley truck
[Pre-Hook]
(Murder murder) Whoo! Yeah
Have you ever seen a murder huh?
(Murder murder) Boom-boom-boom-boom, look

[Hook]
Have you ever seen a murder?
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner from your mama house
Put a n***a in the trunk
Cock your shit and walk around the corner
Promise n***a this ain't what you want (block wars)
N***a this ain't what you want (block wars)
N***a this ain't what you want (block wars)
N***a this ain't what you want (block wars)
No, n***a this ain't what you want, whoo, yeah
(Murder murder) Boop boom boom boom
(Murder murder) Whoo

[Verse 2]
Pull up on your block, take that shit over
Stolen choppers out of stolen Rovers
Supernova bullets rippin' through Corollas
Pure shooter like DeMar DeRozan
Hot slugs but the jewelry frozen
12 gauges on the trap sofas
Naked bitches in the kitchen whippin' yola
Pockets fat like the young Oprah
Told the n***a he ain't want the clip
I'm filthy rich and still with the shit
His mama cryin' but his son a bitch
I had her view the body like she from the 6
Bullets ricochetin' all through the block
N***a run his mouth like he knew the cops
I do the shootin' while the shooters watch
Then cook crack in a noodle pot
Move me? Gotta move the block
That means take shots like it's Blue Dot
N***as talkin' bout the game like it's ESPN
I'll put your ass with Stuart Scott
No conscious mind, the chronic got my mind blown
I can't stop with the murder shit
Burn rubber, burn a clip
A lot of n***as died on how they wear the shit
[Pre-Hook]
Shut the fuck up
Or get murdered murdered murdered
Have you ever seen a dead
Murder murder murder murder
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Have you ever seen a dead body? (whoo)
Have you ever seen a
(Have you ever seen a murder huh?)
Murder murder murder murder
(Boom boom boom boom, look)

[Hook]
Have you ever seen a murder? (block wars)
Have you ever seen a dead body?
Got a chopper with some rounds on it (block wars)
Boop-boop, hittin' everybody
Turn the corner for your mama house
Put a n***a in the trunk
Cock your shit and walk around the corner
Promise n***a this ain't what you want

[Outro]
Everybody lay the fuck down, you know who it is n***a
Ay, what the fuck you doing? N***a come here n***a
Gun in your motherfucking mouth
N***a put that motherfucking gun down
Before I smoke your motherfucking homie
Ayo and get all this shit n***a
I'm about to kill this n***a, fuck you n***a
You dying too bitch ass n***a, blam n***a
Let's get the fuck out of here