Tonalité : F# minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
F#m
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,
Bm
F#m
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
Verse 2
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This is anybody (Murderer)
Bm
To fuckin' everybody (Murderer)
F#m
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
Verse 3
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Peeped all the stash drop in
exchange of the dough
Lurkin' through the turf,
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thinkin' how much it's worth
F#m
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'
Verse 4
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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,
F#m
F#m
all y'all (Murderer)
Uh, uh, for real
You'll fuck around and get killed
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