My name is M-U-R-SnHailing from the far westnKillafornia, California, L.A. Ahhh YesnYou may have heard of usnWe all ain't murderersnDrive by shootingsnYou can kick it on the curb with usnWe got blue skiesnWe got palm treesnWe got boulevardsnBeaches with a calm breezenAs far as MCsnI'm the best of emnOnly five ninenIts above all the rest of emnI mean we got dodged and we got queuednEverybody with this blue and the red feudnMan these dudes always trying to kill somethingnI'm putting words together hoping that you feel somethingnTrying to put that pride back into the black musicnYou can clap to it in your Lac or your Buick (do it)nI had to do it cause nobody else cannCouldn't beat anybody other than myself mannn(Chorus 2X)nThe best to ever do itnThe best that ever did itnMurs is better than your favorite rapper admit itnBetter than your bestnYall best to forget itnMurs is better than your favorite rapper admit itnnI'm shaking babiesnAnd I'm kissing handsnJumping in the crowd going crazy with my fansnI stand alone, Don't need anyonenBut it takes two so I'm going home with anyonenYall ladies thats looking like ChristinanMilian or Ricci I could really take eithernBlonde girls, Black girls, Asian girls, whatevernI never met a girl that I didn't like evernDouble negativenThat means I'm positivelynThe best rapper that you ever heard obviouslynNever heard of me you didn't listen hard enoughnBeen moving weight on your block like a garbage trucknNo trash rapnI'm moving past thatnI want crack rap just to get the ass cappednI feel a change comingnI got the game runningnBack to the lab now they all trying to say somethingnn(Chorus 2X)nnI write songsnYall write 16snNeed to grow up stop playing with kids thingsnYou gotta a permitnA license to killnI was making yall money when I didn't have a deal (fo real)nIn on the real or stealnworking for the white mannEven if you is moving that white, mannYall men are on the same wordnNo matter what you say man its just absurdnAnd I never been servednNot in the drive thru, not even on the curb (Hell naw)nNot a warrant, not even a subpoenanNot even peanuts in a sold out arenanThats why you salty, The fans exalt menWhy you over yonder throwing hate trying to halt menMan I won't stop, my grind won't pausenI'm moving positive circles like a round of applausenn(Chorus 2X)