[Intro]
Murda
Uh
Murda (Yeah)
Murda was the case that they gave me
Uh
Murda
Yeah
Murda
Murda was the case that they gave me

[Verse 1]
John Barnes versus LA County
Heard the streets got a bounty for the words in my mouth
Piece reads, "Rest in peace", my heart shattered in pieces
Homies already postin' up posthumous pieces
In my mind I'm in a mural on the wall
I can hear my whole heart and soul sayin', "Fuck y'all"
N***as back to havin' no reason to bust off
'One felony and you don't get to have a gun' law
You don't know, you could be gone in a blink
Children didn't make it home, but they all on TV
My daughter one year older than Jay-Z's
And every year child support is runnin' me eight Gs
Wallet in my pocket and I can't pay the fee
My daughter off the bottle, ain't seen her baby teeth
Whole world see me smilin' on the cover of my album
But I'm walkin' out my house like Malcolm
[Bridge]
Murder
Uh, murder was the case that they gave me
My tints shady, shoulda bought that Mercedes
Instead I bought a Caddy, rollin' over n***as daily
Shit, I actually did roll over somebody once
Almost had to put the body in the trunk
Drunk, spent the night before smokin' blunts, spiked punch
Shot out rear view mirrors with the dice in the front

[Verse 2]
Six months for them devilish, hell is this, evidence
Hunched on my shoulders, all before that, heaven-sent
Somebody put a price on my halo
The game is to be sold and heads is gettin' what they paid for
All white suit in that boug' burg' coupe
Said only two words, heard first word "Shoot"
Somebody 'bout to get what they came for (Who?)
Murder was the case that they gave me

[Chorus]
Murder
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder
Uh
Yeah
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
[Verse 3]
John Barnes versus the County of Los Angeles
Paparazzi cameras flashin' and there was scandal
Hard to face allegations and accusations
Sittin' behind bars fightin' against probation violations
The plaintiff got the whole nation waitin' impatient
For me to get shot by a cop or some n***as hatin'
Like they don't know my repetoire and what I rep it for
We got our weapons drawn "one more step, Mr. Barnes
We thought killin' children would make you more calm
We even still on the street, ain't face a day behind bars
We leave you locked up for life, inject death in your arms
What you need us to do, load nukes and drop bombs?"
The Count of LA versus John Barnes
Tryna cripple my arms so I can't write songs
Tryin' to intimidate my moms 'cause they killed Trayvon
Throw they load on my lawn like I'm the one doin' wrong
It ain't a man on earth I would ever back down from
He think I'm a punk because this four-pound spun some?
Some n***as don't jump, some n***as don't run
Some n***as get killed and wasn't scared of the gun
And I ain't never tried to kill a man in thirty-three years
'Til the day my mama had to cry burgundy tears
You pop shit, you know the opposite of purple is fear
Test me, fuck around and get murdered, it's clear
Self-defense goes long as the gun laws
And some don't want y'alls, the right to bear some arms
Above all, who's to say every fight fought is fair?
And I'm fair skinned, still I'd rather not from dark
You wake up, I'm in front yard, you walkin' out your front yard
Next thing you know you facin' time for a gun charge?
All it takes is one guard to take a life from y'all
It's crazy, they murdered you and framed me
[Chorus]
Murder
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder
Yeah
Murder
Uh
Murder was the case that they gave me