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Artist: Dr. Dre ft. Ms Roq & Hittman
Song: Murder Ink
Album: 2001

[Ms. Roq]
When darkness be closing 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 defending my plots
I know your every movement
For six months I watch, coulda got at you baby mother's house
Even at your down-low weed spot
But the back drop, 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 out which way to split yo' wig
Right now you as nervous as a Farmers John's pig
As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK
Twist on the silencer, insert the 30 shot bag
[WHOOSH]
Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
Skull in fragments
I leave to clean up the Dragnets

This is anybody
Murderer!
To fucking anybody
Murderer!
Nigga gonna kill y'all
Murderer!
Uh, Uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody
Murderer!
Mother fucking everybody
Murderer!
Yeah nigga, all y'all
Murderer!
Uh, Uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed

[Mrs. Roq]
Peeped out 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 is 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, watchin' me yeah, you know you're bawlin'
Was nigga now you finger fucking 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 gets soft
Resume the wifey boo shit, 'cause yo, my man don't know
That his bitch is a straight ill, servin' ass with fo'fo'
[Kaboom!]

I'm a mother fucking
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 mother fuckin'
Murderer!
Uh, bitch disses anybody
Murderer!
Yeah nigga, all y'all
Murderer!
Uh, Uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed {Echoes}