Snoop Dogg – Murder Was The Case (Live) Lyrics

Murder Was The Case (Live)

Snoop Dogg

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"Murder Was The Case (Live)." - Snoop Dogg

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 07:59 am

Album: Tupac: Live At the House of Blues

Track No: 11

As I look up at the sky
My mind starts tripping
A tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shaking and they breakin' tryna save the Dogg
Pumping on my chest and I'm screaming
I stop breathing, damn I see demons
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
(I can't die my boo boo's 'bout to have my baby)
I think it's too late for praying, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started saying
Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better
But how long will I live?
Eternal life and forever
Oh 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
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Mur-mur-mur-murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Mur-mur-mur-murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the case
Murder was the
I'm fresh up from my coma
I got my Momma and my Daddy and the Dogg found 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 **** said came to reality
I'm living like a baller loc
I'm having money and blowing hella chronic smoke
I bought my Momma a Benz (and bought my boo boo a Jag)
And now I'm rollin' in the nine-trizzay El Dogg-Rag
(Just remember who changed your mind)
But when I 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 mo'
Really 'doe check it out
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Now let me hear ya say
1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
No more indo gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino rolling on the grey goose
I'm shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with the izz-el with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them **** from the other side recognize my face
'Cause it's the O-G D-O-double-G (L-B-C)
I'm mad Doggin' **** 'cause I don't care
Blue jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
**** stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor
**** gettin' they shanks just in case the war pops off
But you can't tell what's next
My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two
Put that on the pound I'ma ride for ya Baby Boo
Murder
Murder was the case
Murder was the murder was the murder was the case
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)
Say 1-8-7 (1-8-7)

Writer(s): Rojais Trawick, Delmar Arnaud, Warren Griffin III, Andre Romell Young & Calvin Broadus.

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