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Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre


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Настоящее имя Andre Romelle Young
Дата рождения 18 февраля 1965 г.
Место рождения Compton, California, United States
Откуда Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Gangsta Rap
G-Funk
Hip-hop
Годы 1983—н.в.
Лейблы Interscope Records
Death Row Records
Priority Records
Aftermath Entertainment
См. также Eminem
50 Cent
Snoop Dogg
Tha Dogg Pound
Nate Dogg
Raekwon
The Game
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Текст песни "Murder Ink"


f/ Hitman & Ms. Roq

[Hitman]
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 {*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 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

[Ms. Roq]
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' {*KABOOM*}

    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! {*echoes*}

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