[{"id":33955626,"name":"Murder Ink","trackName":"Murder Ink","artistName":"DR.DRE","albumName":"Murder Ink","duration":148.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"When darkness be closin in\nI'm motivated, with the howlin wind\nWith a list of chosen men, frozen in sin\nKnowin that your end is beginnin\nSwift silent and deadly\nThere's no defending my plots, I know your every movement\nFor six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house\nEven at your down-low weed spot\nBut the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough\nI didn't want people gathering and stuff\nSnapshots of blood splattering from the snuff\nHere - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig\nRight now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig\nAs I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK\nTwist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag\nBullet stuck to his brain like a magnet\nSkull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet\nThis is anybody (Murderah)\nTo fuckin' everybody (Murderah)\nNigga all y'all (Murderah)\nUh, uh, for real\nYou'll fuck around and get killed\nThis is anybody (Murderah)\nMotherfuckin' everybody (Murderah)\nYeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\nUh, uh, for real\nYou'll fuck around and get killed\nPeeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough\nLurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work\nGive em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced\nStepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face\nMurder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake\nThe fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!\nWho's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper\nWho'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper\nDetrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson\nBut it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings\nI been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin\nWas, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin\nA thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast\nThug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last?\nBlast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad\nAnd jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft\nResume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know\nThat his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'\nI'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)\nBitch this is anybody (Murderah)\nYeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\nUh, uh, for real\nYou'll fuck around and get killed\nI'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)\nUhh bitch this is anybody (Murderah)\nYeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\nUh, uh, for real\nYou'll fuck around and get killed!","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.76] When darkness be closin in\n[00:12.28] I'm motivated, with the howlin wind\n[00:14.07] With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin\n[00:17.02] Knowin that your end is beginnin\n[00:19.11] Swift silent and deadly\n[00:21.08] There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement\n[00:23.89] For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house\n[00:27.50] Even at your down-low weed spot\n[00:29.30] But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough\n[00:31.99] I didn't want people gathering and stuff\n[00:34.01] Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff\n[00:36.56] Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig\n[00:39.98] Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig\n[00:42.72] As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK\n[00:45.60] Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag\n[00:48.09] Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet\n[00:50.90] Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet\n[00:53.94] This is anybody (Murderah)\n[00:55.96] To fuckin' everybody (Murderah)\n[00:58.51] Nigga all y'all (Murderah)\n[01:01.14] Uh, uh, for real\n[01:02.48] You'll fuck around and get killed\n[01:04.41] This is anybody (Murderah)\n[01:06.59] Motherfuckin' everybody (Murderah)\n[01:09.23] Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\n[01:11.83] Uh, uh, for real\n[01:13.44] You'll fuck around and get killed\n[01:15.58] Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough\n[01:18.11] Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work\n[01:20.74] Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced\n[01:23.50] Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face\n[01:26.41] Murder - this the fuckin Case, rob this nigga and shake\n[01:28.99] The fuckin spot cause in a few it's gon' be crawlin with cops!\n[01:31.50] Who's the bad bitch now, you crept on, paid the piper\n[01:34.54] Who'da thought a sexy bitch could be a murderous sniper\n[01:36.89] Detrimental to your health, shoulda learned yo' lesson\n[01:39.84] But it's too late nigga bye-bye, better count yo' blessings\n[01:42.45] I been watchin you watchin me, yeah you ballin\n[01:45.44] Was, nigga now you finger fucked and steady fallin\n[01:48.20] A thug wit no love, but bitch niggas die fast\n[01:50.72] Thug niggas die young - oh what you thought you would last?\n[01:53.39] Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad\n[01:56.13] And jack my nigga off, til his dick get soft\n[01:58.79] Resume the wifey boo shit, cause yo my man don't know\n[02:01.41] That his bitch is straight ill, servin ass with fo'fo'\n[02:04.57] I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)\n[02:06.80] Bitch this is anybody (Murderah)\n[02:09.26] Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\n[02:11.87] Uh, uh, for real\n[02:13.34] You'll fuck around and get killed\n[02:15.35] I'm a motherfuckin (Murderah)\n[02:17.41] Uhh bitch this is anybody (Murderah)\n[02:19.96] Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\n[02:22.65] Uh, uh, for real\n[02:24.27] You'll fuck around and get killed!","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Murder Ink\n artist: DR.DRE\n album: Murder Ink\n duration_ms: 148000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: When darkness be closin in\n start_ms: 10760\n end_ms: 12280\n- text: I'm motivated, with the howlin wind\n start_ms: 12280\n end_ms: 14070\n- text: With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin\n start_ms: 14070\n end_ms: 17020\n- text: Knowin that your end is beginnin\n start_ms: 17020\n end_ms: 19110\n- text: Swift silent and deadly\n start_ms: 19110\n end_ms: 21080\n- text: There's no defending my plots, I know your every movement\n start_ms: 21080\n end_ms: 23890\n- text: For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby's mother's house\n start_ms: 23890\n end_ms: 27500\n- text: Even at your down-low weed spot\n start_ms: 27500\n end_ms: 29300\n- text: But the backdrop, wasn't flattering enough\n start_ms: 29300\n end_ms: 31990\n- text: I didn't want people gathering and stuff\n start_ms: 31990\n end_ms: 34010\n- text: Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff\n start_ms: 34010\n end_ms: 36560\n- text: Here - 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puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo' wig\n[00:39.98] Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig\n[00:42.72] As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK\n[00:45.60] Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag\n[00:48.09] Bullet stuck to his brain like a magnet\n[00:50.90] Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet\n[00:53.94] This is anybody (Murderah)\n[00:55.96] To fuckin' everybody (Murderah)\n[00:58.51] Nigga all y'all (Murderah)\n[01:01.14] Uh, uh, for real\n[01:02.48] You'll fuck around and get killed\n[01:04.41] This is anybody (Murderah)\n[01:06.59] Motherfuckin' everybody (Murderah)\n[01:09.23] Yeah nigga all y'all (Murderah)\n[01:11.83] Uh, uh, for real\n[01:13.44] You'll fuck around and get killed\n[01:15.58] Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough\n[01:18.11] Lurkin through the turf, think how I'mma just work\n[01:20.74] Give em chase to the crib and yo he properly laced\n[01:23.50] Stepped out the car, put my steel, to the side of his face\n[01:26.41] Murder - 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