Murder Ink (Explicit)
Dr. Dre"Murder Ink (Explicit)" is a song by Dr. Dre, released in 2008 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:24 long and contains 55 lines and 425 words.
Lyrics
0:11When darkness be closin in
0:13I＇m motivated, with the howlin wind
0:15With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin
0:17Knowin that your end is beginnin
0:19Swift silent and deadly
0:21There＇s no defendin my plots, I know your every movement
0:24For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby＇s mother＇s house
0:28Even at your down-low w**d spot
0:29But the backdrop, wasn＇t flattering enough
0:32I didn＇t want people gathering and stuff {*cameras click*}
0:34Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
0:37Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo＇ wig
0:40Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig
0:43As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
0:46Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag {*WHOOSH*}
0:49Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
0:51Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
0:54This is anybody MURDERAHHH
0:56To f**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
0:59Ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
1:01Uh, uh, for real
1:03You don＇t f**k around at gettin＇ killed
1:05This is anybody MURDERAHHH
1:07Motherf**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
1:10Yeah ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
1:12Uh, uh, for real
1:14You don＇t f**k around at gettin＇ killed
1:16Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
1:19Lurkin through the turf, think how I＇ma just work
1:21Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced
1:23Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face
1:26Murder is the f**kin Case, rob this ni**a and shake
1:29The f**kin spot cause in a few it＇s gon＇ be crawlin with cops!
1:31Who＇s the bad b**ch now, you crept on, paid the piper
1:35Who＇da thought a sexy b**ch could be a murderous sniper
1:38Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo＇ lesson
1:40But it＇s too late ni**a bye-bye, better count yo＇ blessings
1:43I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
1:46Was, ni**a now you finger f**ked and steady fallin
1:48A thug wit no love, but b**ch niggaz die fast
1:51Thug niggaz die young - oh what you thought you would last?
1:54Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
1:57And jack my ni**a off, til his dick get soft
1:59Resume the wifey boo sh*t, cause yo my man don＇t know
2:02That his b**ch is straight ill, servin a** with fo＇fo＇ {*KABOOM*}
2:04I＇m a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
2:07B**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
2:09Yeah ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
2:12Uh, uh, for real
2:13You＇ll f**k around and get killed
2:15I＇m a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
2:17Uhh b**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
2:20Yeah ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
2:23Uh, uh, for real
2:24You don＇t f**k around at gettin＇ killed!
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 w**d 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 f**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
Ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
Uh, uh, for real
You don＇t f**k around at gettin＇ killed
This is anybody MURDERAHHH
Motherf**kin everybody MURDERAHHH
Yeah ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
Uh, uh, for real
You don＇t f**k around at gettin＇ 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 is the f**kin Case, rob this ni**a and shake
The f**kin spot cause in a few it＇s gon＇ be crawlin with cops!
Who＇s the bad b**ch now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who＇da thought a sexy b**ch could be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo＇ lesson
But it＇s too late ni**a bye-bye, better count yo＇ blessings
I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin
Was, ni**a now you finger f**ked and steady fallin
A thug wit no love, but b**ch 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 ni**a off, til his dick get soft
Resume the wifey boo sh*t, cause yo my man don＇t know
That his b**ch is straight ill, servin a** with fo＇fo＇ {*KABOOM*}
I＇m a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
B**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
Yeah ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
Uh, uh, for real
You＇ll f**k around and get killed
I＇m a motherf**kin MURDERAHHH
Uhh b**ch, this is anybody MURDERAHHH
Yeah ni**a all y＇all MURDERAHHH
Uh, uh, for real
You don＇t f**k around at gettin＇ killed!Translation
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