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    Dr. Dre

    Murder Ink

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    [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 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 magnet
    Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
    This is anybody MURDERAHHH
    to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
    Nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You don't fuck around at gettin' killed
    This is anybody MURDERAHHH
    Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH
    Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You don't fuck 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 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'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
    Detrimental to your health, shoulda 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 fo'fo' {*KABOOM*}
    I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
    Bitch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
    Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You'll fuck around and get killed
    I'm a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH
    Uhh bitch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
    Yeah nigga all y'all MURDERAHHH
    uh, uh, for real
    You don't fuck around at gettin' killed! {*echoes*}
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