Dr. Dre – Murder Ink ft. Ms. Roq & Hittman

Download clean vinyl LP mp3 audio song by Dr Dre and this amazing music is titled “Murder Ink ft. Ms. Roq & Hittman”.

Actually this amazing music popped out of his West Coast Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop/Rap album with the titled “2001” Which was released in 16 November 1999.

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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

Could’ve got you 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 a cig’, 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 (Murderer)

Uh, uh, for real

You’ll fuck around and get killed

Peeped all the stash drop in exchange of the dough

Lurkin’ through the turf, thinkin’ how much it’s worth

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’d thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper?

Detrimental to your health, should’ve 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 with no love, but bitch niggas die fast

Thug niggas 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, this is anybody (Murderer)

Yeah, nigga, all y’all (Murderer)

Uh, uh, for real

You’ll fuck around and get killed

I’m a motherfuckin’ (Murderer)

Uh, bitch, this is anybody (Murderer)

Yeah, nigga, all y’all (Murderer)

Uh, uh, for real

You’ll fuck around and get killed