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Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Candice Pillay, Kendrick Lamar, Marsha Ambrosius
Album:  Compton: A Soundtrack
Song:   Genocide
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Marsha Ambrosius]
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the .9, all eyes on me
Murder, heh, murder, heh
Murder, heh, murder, heh
Call 9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, heh, it's murder, heh
Murder, heh, murder, heh, murder

[Candice Pillay]
My dada done kill 'em dere (yea!)
Bullet to the dome, to the head
My dada done kill a yout'
Dun fi pull apart that man and (HURRY UP!)
What it look like?
See my dada done kill 'em dead (yea!)
Bullets come down from the earth
My dada done kill a yout'
Dun fi pull apart that man and (HURRY UP!)
What it look?

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
There's the stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the .9, all eyes on me
Murder, heh, murder, heh
It's murder, heh, it's murder, heh
Call 9-1-1 emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, heh, it's murder, heh
Murder, heh, murder, heh, murder

(It's been a 1-8-7 in this bitch!)

[Dr. Dre]
Murder, that's murder, listen, hear that Suburban whippin?
Tinted windows right at your wifey (blap!) and I bet you miss her
We load up pro tools, and we throw that clip in both trays
That's one in the left hand, one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
Been doin drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
Lookin like Rosecrans when these niggaz throw up them signs high
I'm talkin about the bottom where it's high crimes
Well shit, I'm just tryna get paid and keep them thighs high (thighs high)
Sometimes I feel like I could just bury 'em, bury 'em
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, a scarier area
I'm very aware hip-hop needed somethin to carry it
So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
And you way too fuckin close, beware of the barrier
This is Hub City nigga, don't make us embarrass ya
Now you should be realistic, these niggaz 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers and you lookin like another statistic

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar]
Ahhhhh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
Live in a project building, dodgin the module ceilings
I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (corrupted)
Momma tried counselin, five plans for Kendrick (but fuck it)
My family ties had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
Aliens on surveillance, they paid 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 (blow blow blow blow!)
Nowhere to go, death all I can see (blow blow, blow blow!)
I say "Fuck is up?" I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or something's up
I hopin all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch
broke, plenty ruckus with this weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck yo' blessin, fuck yo' life, fuck yo' hope
FUCK yo' momma, FUCK yo' daddy, FUCK yo' dead homie
FUCK the world UP when we came up, this Compton homie!

[Interlude]
Murderrrrrrr, murder
Murder, murder
It's all murderrrrrrrr (ohhhhhh)
Murder (mmmm-hmmmmmmm)

[Outro]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
(It's murder)
(It's been a 1-8-7 in this bitch!)