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murder ink - instrumental version - dr. dre lyrics

dr. dre
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 defending 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
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
bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
skull in fragments, i leave the cleanup to dragnet

this is anybody (murderah)
to f-ckin’ everybody (murderah)
n-gga all y’all (murderah)
uh, uh, for real
you’ll f-ck around and get k!lled
this is anybody (murderah)
motherf-ckin’ everybody (murderah)
yeah n-gga all y’all (murderah)
uh, uh, for real
you’ll f-ck around and get k!lled

peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
lurkin through the turf, think how i’mma 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 f-ckin case, rob this n-gga and shake
the f-ckin spot cause in a few it’s gon’ be crawlin with cops!
who’s the bad b-tch now, you crept on, paid the piper
who’da thought a s-xy b-tch could be a murderous sniper
detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo’ lesson
but it’s too late n-gga bye-bye, better count yo’ blessings
i been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
was, n-gga now you finger f-cked and steady fallin
a thug wit no love, but b-tch n-ggas die fast
thug n-ggas die young – oh what you thought you would last?
blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
and jack my n-gga off, til his d-ck get soft
resume the wifey boo sh-t, cause yo my man don’t know
that his b-tch is straight ill, servin -ss with fo’fo’ {-kaboom-}

i’m a motherf-ckin (murderah)
b-tch this is anybody (murderah)
yeah n-gga all y’all (murderah)
uh, uh, for real
you’ll f-ck around and get k!lled
i’m a motherf-ckin (murderah)
uhh b-tch this is anybody (murderah)
yeah n-gga all y’all (murderah)
uh, uh, for real
you’ll f-ck around and get k!lled!

- dr dre lyrics

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