Genocide

Dr. Dre - Genocide (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Marsha Ambrosius & Candice Pillay) [Marsha Ambrosius:] Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder Murder [Candice Pillay:] My daddy done killed a bitch Went and put that dome to her head My daddy done killa 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 killa you Don't feel a pull a part that man and (Let me up!) What it look? [Marsha Ambrosius:] Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder Murder [Dr. Dre:] (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 timelined Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high I'm talkin' about that bottom where it's hot grinds Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep ‘em thighs 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 Hangin' way too 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 [Marsha Ambrosius:] Stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder Murder [Kendrick Lamar:] 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!)