Snoop Dogg, Benny The Butcher, Jadakiss, Busta Rhymes - Murder Music

Murder music, just for this type of shit they can ban us
‘Cause this what they gon’ play when they wipe their prints off the hammers
I’m really like that, I ain’t just write this shit for the camera
I did in my city what Michael Vick did in Atlanta
Cash saved for insurance, them bad days wasn’t for us
Still hood, roach clips in the ashtrays on my foreigns
In LA, R&B bitch drunk with her hands around me
The night Swiss introduced me to Nas at a Grammy party
When my shrip introduced me to hard, I had grams around me
A star player never asks for the ball, they just playin’ around