[02:39.00]Murder Ink (Instrumental) - Dr. Dre
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[02:39.00](Hitman)
[02:39.00]When darkness be closin in
[02:39.00]I'm motivated, with the howlin wind
[02:39.00]with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
[02:39.00]Knowin that your end is beginnin
[02:39.00]Swift silent and deadly
[02:39.00]There's no defendin my plots, I know your every movement
[02:39.00]For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house
[02:39.00]Even at your down-low w**d spot
[02:39.00]But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough
[02:39.00]I didn't want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*}
[02:39.00]Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
[02:39.00]Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig
[02:39.00]Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
[02:39.00]As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
[02:39.00]Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*}
[02:39.00]Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
[02:39.00]Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
[02:39.00]This is anybody MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00]to f**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00]Ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00]uh, uh, for real
[02:39.00]You don't f**k around at gettin' killed
[02:39.00]This is anybody MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00]Motherf**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00]Yeah ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00]uh, uh, for real
[02:39.00]You don't f**k around at gettin' killed
[02:39.00](Ms. Roq)
[02:39.00]Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
[02:39.00]Lurkin through the turf, think how I'ma just work
[02:39.00]Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
[02:39.00]Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
[02:39.00]Murder is the f**kin Case, rob this ni**a and shake
[02:39.00]the f**kin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!
[02:39.00]Who's the bad b**ch now, you crept on, paid the piper
[02:39.00]Who'da thought a sexy b**ch could be a murderous sniper
[02:39.00]Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson
[02:39.00]But it's too late ni**a bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
[02:39.00]I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
[02:39.00]Was, ni**a now you finger f**ked and steady fallin
[02:39.00]A thug wit no love, but b**ch niggaz die fast
[02:39.00]Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last?
[02:39.00]Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
[02:39.00]and jack my ni**a off, til his dick get soft
[02:39.00]Resume the wifey boo sh*t, cause yo my man don't know
[02:39.00]that his b**ch is straight ill, servin a** with fo'fo' {*KABOOM*}
[02:39.00] I'm a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00] B**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00] Yeah ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00] uh, uh, for real
[02:39.00] You'll f**k around and get killed
[02:39.00] I'm a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00] Uhh b**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00] Yeah ni**a all y'all MURDERAHHH
[02:39.00] uh, uh, for real
[02:39.00] You don't f**k around at gettin' killed! {*echoes*}