Murda
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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How Long you been Banging?

I been banging sense 85
On the real this shit ain't no gimmick
Or no game my nigga! this hit is real live
Thruthful type shit my nigga!
You know what im saying?
On the real my nigga!
And I lost a lot of real niggas to this hit

Yeahcoughs
You can smell marijuana in every corna
From South Central to Arizona
You heard the state, the murder rate
The killer cali-California
Cops get caught outside the Compton court
By cold killers like they caught Pneumonia
See the 90's was like Pulp fiction
Jerry curl juice drippin'
On 45's when we dumpin' on ya
Grew up in the slums were we glorify guns
& Gain respect by jumpin' on corners
& Dumping at you, cops just jump in action
Trigger happy but nobody's gun is smiling
When somebody's son is dying
911 that's who you dialing?
Ku Klux Klan that who you dialing?
Killers wear blue and move in silence
Hear the sirens? Scatter in disarray
My block's been hotter than dinner plates
We got beef like a foreman
You laying dormant at your wake
Real superheroes end in coffins with no capes
Me & Kendrick Top Dawg, Dogg Pound
Future rich Shit
Picture that with no Instagram
Bullet to your temple
You better pray that my pistol jams yeah!

Kill kill kill, murder murder murder 8x
Killa cali you can try
You can die motherfucker!
Killa cali you can try
You can die motherfucker!

Compton Shit! yeah! Dope Boy I
Fuck with you nigga!
Uh, fuck em all, kill 'em all off
Sent 'em off to the Holy One
Put a hole in one like miniature golf
You doubled your profit?
Well I see triple like Ricky Ross
Hand over the cloth, cloth over gun
Gun over your jaw, bullet over your tongue
Stick my dick inside hip
Hop and shorty sprung
Every time I get a chance
To cum over I overcome over the snare drum
Say who fucking with you if you the God MC?
I tell em nun! Get it? I tell em Nun
Catholic nor a Christian
Holding the book of sums
In back of my true religions
From the murder capitol niggas
Cap at your neighbors
And never tell you who did it
Aiming for your grill like a
Dentist working on British
Teeth if you speak get shot
In the mouth bitches
Its like that sent shots at a crip
Or a blood or an Essay
Bet they coming right backriGHT?

Kill kill kill, murder murder murder 8x
Killa cali you can try
You can die motherfucker!
Killa cali you can try
You can die motherfucker!

Bitch! uh west Scoe Gotti yeah
Gun shots wake me up from a light slumber
Another murder what I see when
I open my shutters
We from the gutter no bread and
Butter just lead and water
Either you bite the bullet or you
Can die from the hunger
The sun's getting lower
The corner's getting darker
Guns getting loaded to slaughter
Our sons and daughters
Its time to get smarter
Cause time's getting harder
Every second the unemployment line
Is getting longer
Baby crying and mama she don't
Know what to do! I know it's tragic but in
The projects it's nothing new
I'm just kicking it luxury cliquing it
Watching the news the
Shit's fucking ridiculous
Roll a cigar cup full of codeine
Cash in a rubber band pistol in my other hand
Killa cali this the realist state
Most expensive real estate
Benz with the dealer plates!

Kill kill kill, murder murder murder 8x
Killa cali you can try
You can die motherfucker!
Killa cali you can try
You can die motherfucker!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Kendrick Lamar's song "Murda" delve into the realities and challenges of life in California, particularly in the neighborhoods of Compton. The lyrics convey a sense of authenticity and truthfulness, emphasizing that this is not just a gimmick or a game. Lamar reflects on the violence and loss of life that he has witnessed throughout his years, acknowledging that he has lost many friends to this harsh reality. He describes the prevalence of marijuana and the high murder rate in California, specifically highlighting the danger faced by both civilians and law enforcement. Lamar draws a parallel between the 90s era, glorifying guns and violence, and the present-day struggles faced by the community.


The lyrics also touch on issues of racial inequality and systemic oppression. Lamar questions who one should call for help in times of crisis, pointing out that dialing 911 may not bring the desired results. He references the Ku Klux Klan, suggesting that prejudice and discrimination still persist. Lamar confronts the inherent dangers faced by individuals living in Compton, where the police can be trigger-happy and shootings are a common occurrence.


The song's chorus, "Kill kill kill, murder murder murder," serves as a stark reminder of the violence that plagues the streets of California. It carries a sense of frustration towards the circumstances and a need for change. Through his lyrics, Lamar highlights the reality of life in California, painting a vivid picture of a struggle that many face on a daily basis.




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@SamuelB818

Everything Game drops u can come back to 5+ years later and it still sounds nice.. these are called CLASSICS

@mronepunch1985

Not everything just a few but he not bad but face the truth

@SamuelB818

@@mronepunch1985 not everything but definitely more than just a “few”

@mronepunch1985

Just a few

@mronepunch1985

Nobody dropped a classic song since 02

@SamuelB818

@@mronepunch1985 i disagree with your opinion

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