Murder Ink (Instrumental)

Dr. Dre

专辑:2001 Instrumental

发行日期:1998-12-31

时长:02:39

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  • Murder Ink (Instrumental) - Dr. Dre
  • (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 w**d 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 f**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
  • Ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
  • uh, uh, for real
  • You don't f**k around at gettin' killed
  • This is anybody MURDERAHHH
  • Motherf**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
  • Yeah ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
  • uh, uh, for real
  • You don't f**k around at gettin' 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 is the f**kin Case, rob this ni**a and shake
  • the f**kin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
  • Who's the bad b**ch now, you crept on, paid the piper
  • Who'da thought a sexy b**ch could be a murderous sniper
  • Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
  • But it's too late ni**a bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
  • I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
  • Was, ni**a now you finger f**ked and steady fallin
  • A thug wit no love, but b**ch 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 ni**a off, til his dick get soft
  • Resume the wifey boo sh*t, cause yo my man don't know
  • that his b**ch is straight ill, servin a** with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*}
  • 	I'm a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
  • 	B**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
  • 	Yeah ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
  • 	uh, uh, for real
  • 	You'll f**k around and get killed
  • 	I'm a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
  • 	Uhh b**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
  • 	Yeah ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
  • 	uh, uh, for real
  • 	You don't f**k around at gettin' killed! {*echoes*}

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