Eminem - Murder She Wrote





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Published on Feb 26, 2008

Eminem track one of his best. same lyrics as murda murda track with 2pac but with a better darker beat suits the lyrics more. Original Murder Murder Featuring Tupac Slim Shady EP Next Friday Soundtrack Remix

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Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand
Went up in Eastland and shot a policeman
Fuck a peace plan, if a citizen bystands
The shit is in my hands, here's your lifespan
And for what your life's worth, this money is twice than
Grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See I'm a nice man but money turned me to Satan
I'm thirsty for this green so bad I'm dehydrating
Hurry up with the cash bitch, I got a ride waiting
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried escaping
I want the whole pie, I won't be denied Nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened, brain contemplating
Clean out the register, dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets your description and sketches ya
Then connects you as the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cause I got a daughter to feed
And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell
And hit up Chess King and have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the Mac
Cooperate, and we can operate, and save an attack
This bitch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat
It's murder she wrote, you barely heard a word
As she choked, it wasn't nothing for her to be smoked
Then I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze
But I'm already wanted for selling ki's
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spelling bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest

Left the house, pulling out the drive backing out
Blew the back end out this lady's Jag, started blacking out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut your yacking mouth, 'fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Thinking fuck it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
Stole her car and made a profit, grabbed the tape from out the deck
And loft it out the window like the girl in Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it through somebody's yard, dove into they swimming pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
Parents screaming, son go in and call the police
Tell em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Acting like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumping kids on tricycles
And collided with an eighty year old lady with groceries
There goes cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
Too many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, musta been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed the back of a moving dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I musta dropped a Beanie Baby
Fuck it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollering truce-truce
And surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me, it was the gangster rap and the peppermint Schnapps

Its murder she wrote it was'nt nothing for her to be get smoked

Chaka Demus & Pliers

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