Lyrics:

*helicopter flying overhead*

This is Angela Sanders coming to you live

from the scene of yet another murder mystery

It seems that entertainer Snoop Doggy Dogg has been murdered

We have no information at this time

*journalist speaks in spanish (I won't be insulting and try to transcribe it)*

*lightning cracks*

*helicopter passes by again*



As I look up, at the sky

My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye

My body temperature falls

I'm shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the Dogg

Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin

I stop breathin, damn I see deamons

Dear God, I wonder can ya save me

I can't die my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby

I think it's too late for prayin, hold up

A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin

'Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better'

And how long will I live?

'Eternal life and forever'

And will I be, the G that I was?

'I'll make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of

So relax your soul, let me take control

Close your eyes my son'

My eyes are closed



Murder... 'murder was the case that they gave me' (repeat 4X)



I'm fresh up out my coma

I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner

It's gonna take a miracle they say

For me to walk again and talk again but anyway

I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet

And everything that nigga said, came to reality

Livin like a baller loc

I'm havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke

I bought my momma a Benz, my Boo-Boo a Jag

And now I'm rollin in a nine-trizzay El Do-Rad

'Just remember who changed your mind

Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine'

Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed

Never have a want, never have a need

They say I'm greedy but I still want mo'

Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)



Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray the lord, my soul to keep

If I should die, before I wake

I pray the lord, my soul to take



Murder was the case that they gave me

'Murder was the case that they gave me' (repeat 2X)



No more indo, gin and juice

I'm on my way to Chino, rollin on the grey goose

Shackled from head to toe

Twenty-five with a izz-L, with nowhere to gizzo, I know

them niggaz from the other side recognize my face

Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C

Mad doggin niggaz cuz I don't care

Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair

Niggaz stare as I enter the center

They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay

Late night I hear toothbrushes scrapin on the floor

Niggaz gettin they shanks, just in case the war, pops off

Cause you can't tell what's next

My little homey Baby Boo he took a pencil in his neck

And he probably won't make it, to see twenty-two

I put that on my momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo



Murder... 'murder was the case that they gave me' (repeat 4X)



Switch!