50 Cent — This Is Murder Not Music Remix

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm on a hard bench trying to sleep in the holding pen Man, how the fuck did I get here again? First thing in a morning, it‘s the fuck shit They called the case, I got confronted by a tough snitch You told me do it, don't act like you ain't told me do it You ain't a shooter, you a shermhead, you fucking loser I fly the kite, my little man'll cut his sister up He loves his bitch, you snatch her he'll start switching up I'm cool, I just wait ‘til my next court date I better catch amnesia then do this shit at leisure Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas I'm trying to be easy But every now and then I gotta put it in, please believe me You get to looking at me strange, I'm prepared, Jack A buck fifty, keep the change, you can wear that [Hook] This is murder, this is not music I had your style 10 years ago, I just didn't use it You niggas forgot how I do it Well, I do it like there's nothing to it [Verse 2: Arny] I'm tryna come up they want me to lose again I ain't confused flashback im on my moves again Situations get ugly you can see the real friends Stab you in the back whilst you stuck in the pen Diabolical i’m satans angel with the weapon You want me to be the bad guy i guess i am then No point doing good when i got a black heart Well i guess i'm gonna use the shells of the mac as darts Sincere life is not clear from the start Call me the paper boy chasing dreams god plz dont tear em apart Have i got there or am i there yet i say that i should believe No one loves you they figure out you were there all along when they grief I separated as a child called myself an outcast because of my teeth, I knew i was sharp a different species predator on the gully streets Happiness suppose to surround you not when you're walking in my feet, I’m still striving for success i want to achieve until i reach defeat Get at me uh