積分

演出藝人
Camara Kambon
Camara Kambon
電子琴
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
演出者
Ms. Roq
Ms. Roq
聲樂
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
電子琴
Hittman
Hittman
聲樂
Traci Nelson
Traci Nelson
和聲
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
貝斯
詞曲
Brian Bailey
Brian Bailey
詞曲創作
Raquel Weaver
Raquel Weaver
詞曲創作
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
製作人
Mel-Man
Mel-Man
製作人
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Richard "Segal" Huredia
混音師
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
母帶工程師
Dave Tenhouten
Dave Tenhouten
助理工程師
Michelle Lynn Forbes
Michelle Lynn Forbes
助理工程師
Tom T. Gordon
Tom T. Gordon
助理工程師

歌詞

[Verse 1]
When darkness be closin' in
I motivate, 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
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 this 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 30 shot mag ​
Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
[Chorus]
This is anybody, murderer
The fucking everybody, murderer
****, all y'all, murderer
Uh-uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed
This is anybody, murderer
Motherfucking everybody, murderer
Yeah, ****, all y'all, murderer
Uh-uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed
[Verse 2]
Peeped all the stash drop and 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 is the fuckin' case, rob this **** 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've thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper
Detrimental to your health, should've learned yo' lesson
But it's too late, ****, bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin' you watchin' me, yeah, you ballin'
Was ****, now you finger fucked and steady fallin'
A thug with no love, but bitch **** die fast
Thug **** die young, oh, what you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
And jack my **** 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 po'-po'
[Chorus]
I'm a motherfucking murderer
Bitch this is anybody, murderer
Yeah, ****, all y'all, murderer
Uh-uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfucking murderer
Uh, bitch this is anybody, murderer
Yeah, ****, all y'all, murderer
Uh-uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Brian Bailey, Doctor Dré, Raquel Weaver
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