Dr. Dre - Murder InkLyrics

[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