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Tytuł: Murder Ink

  • Wykonawca: Dr Dre
  • Wy¶wietleń: 361
(feat. Hitman & Ms. Roq)
  
  [Hitman]
  When darkness be closin in
  I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
  with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
  Knowin that your end is beginnin
  Swift silent and deadly
  There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement
  For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
  Even at your down-low weed spot
  But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
  I didn't want people gathering and stuff [cameras click]
  Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
  Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
  Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
  As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
  Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag (WHOOSH)
  Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
  Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
  
  This is anybody MURDERAHHH
  to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
  Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
  uh, uh, for real
  You'll fuck around and get killed
  This is anybody MURDERAHHH
  Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
  Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
  uh, uh, for real
  You'll fuck around and get killed
  
  [Ms. Roq]
  Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
  Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work
  Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
  Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
  Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake
  the fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
  Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
  Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
  Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
  But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
  I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
  Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin
  A thug wit no love, but bitch niggaz die fast
  Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last?
  Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
  and jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft
  Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know
  that his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo' (KABOOM)
  
  I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
  Bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
  Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
  uh, uh, for real
  You'll fuck around and get killed
  I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
  Uhh bitch disses anybody MURDERAHHH
  Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
  uh, uh, for real
  You'll fuck around and get killed! [echoes]