Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Ink, artist - Dr. Dre. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murder Ink |
| 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 |
| 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 mack |
| 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’ll fuck around and get killed |
| This is anybody MURDERAHHH |
| Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH |
| Yeah nigga all y’all MURDERAHHH |
| uh, uh, for real |
| You’ll fuck around and get 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 — this 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' |
| I’m a motherfuckin MURDERAHHH |
| Bitch disses 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 disses anybody MURDERAHHH |
| Yeah nigga all y’all MURDERAHHH |
| uh, uh, for real |
| You’ll fuck around and get killed! |