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Dr. Dre( Dr Dre )
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Genocide
Lyricist：Andre Young
Composer：Andre Young
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9/11 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words you'll see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
My daddy done killed a bitch
Went and put that dome to her head
My daddy done kill a you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
Let me up! What it look like?
See my daddy done kill 'em dead
Bullets come down from the earth
My daddy done kill a you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
Let me up! What it look?
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9/11 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words you'll see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin' drive bys got this music industry time lined
Lookin' like rosecrans when niggas throw up them signs, but I
I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot grinds
Shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep 'em guys high
Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
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Hangin' way to fuckin' close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
Call 9/11 emergency
Hands up in the air for the words you'll see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder
Murder
Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'mma ride in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way street
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
I say 'Fuck is up?', I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethings up
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck your mama
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!
Murder, murder
Murder
Murder
It's all murder
Murder
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
It's been a murder
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
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