1) US rap group
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1) US rap group
2) Minneapolis punk band
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Crime Scene
The Murderers Lyrics
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You think this shit is a game nigga
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
The fuck is wrong wit y'all
It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin it fucked up
Yeah
Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
On the grind, you better keep your ass in line
'cause from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga
You was watchin me through your window nigga
Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time
As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
And that's the whole sixteen coppin in safeen
Motherfucker when you see Tah
Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to flip on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin like alien
And I'm way beyond flashin
So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim
Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cause my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
Nigga we can't be touched
The fuck y'all want
From rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin til the one come in
The worst niggaz cock back, and spit for gin
Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from wood hall
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the same no more
Niggaz came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
Let's explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law
The fuck you set these rules for
It's the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs be , 38 snubb
Motherfucker, do you know me?
Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be your homeys
Pop the glock and make you know me
I was only fourteen doin my thing
Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens
Niggaz scheme for they dreams
Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play with the children
'Cause I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
While most kids went to school to maintain
I was in the spot cookin up cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
Caught a body and shot up his house party
Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender
Unless I'm dead or injured and that's somethin to rememeber nigga
Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one
Niggaz holdin they guns and bustin em
My niggaz foul son we spray up the block
And leave bystanders numb and braindumb
Niggaz heard the shots but where they commin from
I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off
But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give
Makin it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids
No question, murder perfection dog
I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky
My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
Now how's bout this nigga O goin all out for the dough
Yo I show out, fuck around and get blowed out
Ugh
The Murderers' song "Crime Scene" depicts the harsh realities of street life, where drugs and violence are the norm. The lyrics talk about how the game got them - they started small, trying to make a few bucks on the block, but it wasn't enough. Soon, they found themselves involved in more serious crimes and running with a rough crowd. The song paints a picture of the struggle for survival in a dangerous and unforgiving world, where loyalty is everything and betrayal can mean death.
The opening lines of the song challenge anyone who thinks this lifestyle is easy or a game. It's a warning that the criminal lifestyle isn't something to be taken lightly. The song then moves into a series of verses that tell individual stories of how different people got caught up in "the game." Some of the verses talk about robbery or drug dealing, while others reference specific acts of violence, like shooting a rival in a drive-by.
The chorus repeats the phrase "It's murder" over and over again, emphasizing that violence is the only answer in their world. The song closes with an extended verse by O, who boasts about his skills and his willingness to do whatever it takes to make money. Overall, the song presents a bleak and uncompromising picture of street life, showing how easy it is to get sucked into a cycle of violence and drugs that can ultimately lead to your downfall.
Line by Line Meaning
The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz
What is the matter with all of you individuals?
You think this shit is a game nigga
You believe this situation is a joke, my friend
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
As if it has nothing to do with killing and drug dealing, my friend
The fuck is wrong wit y'all
What is the matter with all of you
It's Murder Inc nigga
It is a criminal organization, my friend
With some Dave Bing shit
Engaging in activities similar to those of Dave Bing
Stop gettin it fucked up
Cease misunderstanding the situation
Yo the first dollar for me
The initial money belongs to me
I admit it the block did it
I confess that the neighborhood influenced me
Murder came with it
Committing homicide was a consequence of it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Luxury vehicles and attractive women
Hangin out late
Spending evenings outside
Nicknamed the milk-crate
Given the moniker of the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Unfortunately, I ended up in jail and faced armed altercations
Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
Do you perceive the rhythm, sense a criminal attempting to succeed
On the grind, you better keep your ass in line
Working hard, you must maintain discipline
'cause from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga
Because from the very beginning, my friend, deny it if you can
You was watchin me through your window nigga
You were observing me from your window
Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Committing illegal activities, selling drugs for cheap
Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time
Raising the middle finger and yelling obscenities at law enforcement
As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
When you observe, but lack the courage to voice your opinion
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Timidly extending your arm, shout 'murder' and brandish a firearm
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Pull the trigger, then instruct your group to calm down
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Inhale deeply, then receive six bullets to the torso
Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
Ten bullets aimed at the neck, in case you are wearing body armor
And that's the whole sixteen coppin in safeen
And that completes the entire sixteen shots fired
Motherfucker when you see Tah
When you encounter Tah, you motherfucker
Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip
I guarantee that I am carrying a firearm and extra ammunition
At any given moment to flip on some bullshit
At any time, ready to react aggressively
Spit it sick, flowin like alien
Deliver it with an exceptional style, flowing like an extraterrestrial being
And I'm way beyond flashin
I am far superior to flashy displays
So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin
Therefore, if you observe any signs of danger, you should quickly flee
I mastered the game, accurate aim
I have perfected the art of criminal activity, possessing precise marksmanship
Put two in you
Shoot two bullets into your body
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
Assault your woman, then retreat to the Range Rover vehicle
For this hover dough
In pursuit of this significant amount of money
Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Continuously firing weapons in a reckless manner like a calico firearm
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Fire the gun, reload, and discharge an additional one hundred shots
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
Provide you with a motive to flee, oh, you overly eager
I hope y'all niggaz really ready 'cause my steel is heavy
I trust that all of you individuals are truly prepared because my firearm is substantial
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
And do not experience any remorse for those confined in a coffin
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
My friend, observe and witness how the sunlight reflects off of gemstones
I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
I urinated on the streets and worked hard for small amounts of money
But now I'm on some click-clack
However, now I engage in activities involving firearms
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Pay attention to the money and give it to me
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
Where are they located, you individuals desire conflict
We right here, let me make myself clear
We are present, allow me to clarify my intentions
Nigga we can't be touched
My friend, we are untouchable
The fuck y'all want
What the hell do all of you desire
From rob men that rob grown men
From individuals who steal from other men, specifically adults
And be the one hustlin til the one come in
And be the person engaging in illegal activities until the police arrive
The worst niggaz cock back, and spit for gin
The most dangerous individuals prepare their firearms and shoot for enjoyment
Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from wood hall
Until the day we succeed, individuals will suffer losses in jail
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
Criminals who have witnessed everything, this is a battle
The streets ain't the same no more
The neighborhood has changed significantly
Niggaz came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
Individuals arrived to maintain a powerful presence, but are now defeated
Let's explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law
Let us investigate which person with fast reflexes holds the power
The fuck you set these rules for
Why did you establish these regulations
It's the streets
This is the nature of the neighborhood
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
My personal moral principles involve having firearms and acquiring resources for survival
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Sit down and observe as criminals dominate the neighborhood
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club
Now rise, and witness my industrious individuals swiftly invade the nightclub
Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs be, 38 snubb
Unconditional affection, evidence of involvement, gathering spots, small caliber firearm
Motherfucker, do you know me?
You fucker, are you acquainted with me?
Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
Ronnie Bump having a .45 caliber firearm that will keep you company
My slugs will be your homeys
My bullets will act as your comrades
Pop the glock and make you know me
Fire the handgun and make you understand who I am
I was only fourteen doin my thing
I was merely fourteen years old engaging in my activities
Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens
Earning a significant amount of money in Jamaica, Queens
Niggaz scheme for they dreams
Individuals plot for their aspirations
Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Confess the truth, otherwise, you must be shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
Provide me with what I desire and allow me to control the neighborhood
Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
To hell with law enforcement, I sell crack cocaine in the less prominent areas
Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box
Shoot at those informants, incapacitate them
Black Child couldn't go play with the children
Black Child was unable to engage in innocent activities with other children
'Cause I was too busy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
Because I was occupied with filling balloons with narcotics within the building
While most kids went to school to maintain
While the majority of children attended school to preserve their education
I was in the spot cookin up cocaine
I was in a specific location preparing cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
The criminal lifestyle influenced me, at eighteen I became careless
Caught a body and shot up his house party
Killed an individual and fired gunshots at his social gathering
Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
It is time for me to move to another location, I should transfer my narcotics
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Gather all my money and leave the state rapidly
Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender
Find me in Virginia, I will never give up
Unless I'm dead or injured and that's somethin to rememeber nigga
Except if I am deceased or harmed, and that is something you should remember, my friend
Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one
Hey, it is nothing other than first-degree murder
Niggaz holdin they guns and bustin em
Individuals wielding firearms and discharging them
My niggaz foul son we spray up the block
My friends, who engage in immoral behavior, we shoot at the entire neighborhood
And leave bystanders numb and braindumb
Causing innocent bystanders to be shocked and confused
Niggaz heard the shots but where they commin from
Individuals heard the gunshots but were unsure of their origin
I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off
I fired my weapon and struck his female companion, but my accuracy was poor
But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred
But forget it, my friend, steal from the entire neighborhood for twelve hundred dollars
So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give
Therefore, I carried out the act, if you seek homicide, I will provide it
Makin it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids
Making life more difficult for you and your children
No question, murder perfection dog
Without a doubt, murder is flawlessly executed, my friend
I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
I am running through you and even challenging the divine being I never sought guidance from
God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky
God understands that I am preparing to shoot at the heavens
My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
I have him in my sights, my friend Kurt died and he is to blame
You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream
You should surely trust him, eliminating individuals to achieve this aspiration
By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
By any method, I am exterminating your group, eradicating your aspirations
Now how's bout this nigga O goin all out for the dough
Now, how about this individual named O who is going to extreme measures for money
Yo I show out, fuck around and get blowed out
Hey, I exhibit my skills, be reckless and end up being killed
Ugh
Expression of disgust or dissatisfaction
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DELMAR N ARNAUD, DAVE N BING, CALVIN N BROADUS, R N BROWN, TIHEEM N CROCKER, RAMEL N GILL, RONNIE
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Baltimore Z-Wad
Classic gangsta shit over a hard fucking beat
Taurus Balbu
Every one on this song had a badass verse. Especially O1 I alwaya felt he came out hard and was killer on this track
Red Red
Vinni Venni Vicci and this album were CLASSICS!
danster525
THIS SONG IS SO SICK!!!! MY TOP FAVORITE SONG. CAN YOU FEEL A RHYME FEEL A THUG TRYING TO SHINE!!!
Dion Harmon
Murder Inc records was definitely the second coming of Death Row Records
Jason WAlker
And when 50 and Ja beef,man......all hell broke loose.
Baltimore Z-Wad
Dion Harmon --- definitely, for about 2-3 yrs then they went pussy and made nothing but songs for the radio and pre teen girls.
Dion Harmon
Murder Inc records was definitely the second coming of Death Row Records
Jason WAlker
MURDER INC was the rap version of The Sopranos. Especially Vita. 💯🎵
Jared Mayo
takes me back to 1999 in the grey caddi with the infiniti gold 6x9s buying whole boxes of vanilla white owls 🔥💯