Dr. Dre, Ms. Roq, Hittman - Murder Ink lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Ms. Roq, Hittman - Murder Ink lyrics]
When darkness be closin' in
I motivate, 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 defending my plots
I know your every movement
For six months I watch
Could've 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
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here - puff this cig, 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 30 shot mag
Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
Skull in fragments
I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
This is anybody (Murderer)
To fuckin everybody (Murderer)
Nigga all y'all (Murderer) uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody (Murderer)
Motherfuckin everybody (Murderer)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
Peeped all the stash drop and
Exchange of the dough
Lurkin through the turf
Thinkin' how much it's worth
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 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'd've thought a sexy bitch could
Be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health
Should've 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 niggas die fast
Thug niggas 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 po'-po'
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderer)
Bitch this is anybody (Murderer)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderer)
Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderer)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed!
I motivate, 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 defending my plots
I know your every movement
For six months I watch
Could've 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
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here - puff this cig, 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 30 shot mag
Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
Skull in fragments
I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
This is anybody (Murderer)
To fuckin everybody (Murderer)
Nigga all y'all (Murderer) uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody (Murderer)
Motherfuckin everybody (Murderer)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
Peeped all the stash drop and
Exchange of the dough
Lurkin through the turf
Thinkin' how much it's worth
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 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'd've thought a sexy bitch could
Be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health
Should've 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 niggas die fast
Thug niggas 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 po'-po'
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderer)
Bitch this is anybody (Murderer)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin (Murderer)
Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderer)
Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed!