Murder Ink (Explicit)

Murder Ink (Explicit) - Dr. Dre/Hittman/Ms. Roq

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 magnet

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

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!