| 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 flatterin' enough |
| I didn’t want people gatherin' and stuff |
| Snapshots of blood splatterin' 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 murderer |
| To fuckin' everybody murderer |
| Nigga all y’all murderer, uh, uh, for real |
| You’ll fuck around and get killed |
| This is anybody murderer |
| Motherfuckin' everybody murderer |
| Yeah, nigga all y’all, 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' murderer |
| Bitch disses anybody murderer |
| Yeah, nigga all y’all murderer, uh, uh, for real |
| You’ll fuck around and get killed |
| I’m a motherfuckin' murderer |
| Uhh, bitch disses anybody murderer |
| Yeah, nigga all y’all murderer, uh, uh, for real |
| You’ll fuck around and get killed |