Murder Ink (Album Version)

Murder Ink (Album Version)

Dr. Dre

[Hittman]
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, could of got you 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 mureder...
To fuckin' everybody murderer...
Nigga all y'all murderer...
Uh, uh, for real

You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody murder...
Motherfuckin' everybody murder...
Yeah nigga all y'all murderer...

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'm a 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 goin' be crawlin' with cops!
Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who'they thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper

Detrimental to your health, should of 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 four-four

This is anybody mureder...
To fuckin' everybody murderer...
Nigga all y'all murderer...
Uh, uh, for real

You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody murder...
Motherfuckin' everybody murder...
Yeah nigga all y'all murderer...

Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

Written by YOUNG, ANDRE / WEAVER, RACQUEL / BAILEY, BRIAN ANTHONY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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