In order to heal others, we first need to heal ourselves. And to heal ourselves, we need to know how to deal with ourselves.

Thích Nhất Hạnh

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Murder Ink
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[Hittman]
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
There's no defendin' my plots, I know your every movement
For six months I watch, could of 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 {*cameras click*}
Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff
Here - puff this here, 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 {*WHOOSH*}
Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack
Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet
 
This is anybody mureder...
To ****in' everybody murderer...
***** all y'all murderer...
Uh, uh, for real
 
You'll **** around and get killed
This is anybody murder...
**********in' everybody murder...
Yeah ***** all y'all murderer...
 
Uh, uh, for real
You'll **** around and get killed
 
[Ms. Roq]
Peeped all the stash drop and exchange of the dough
Lurkin through the turf, think how I'm a just work
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 ****in' Case, rob this ***** and shake
The ****in' spot cause in a few it's goin' be crawlin' with cops!
Who's the bad ***** now, you crept on, paid the piper
Who'they thought a sexy ***** could be a murderous sniper
 
Detrimental to your health, should of learned yo' lesson
But it's too late ***** bye-bye, better count yo' blessings
I been watchin' you watchin' me, yeah you ballin'
Was, ***** now you finger ****ed and steady fallin'
 
A thug wit no love, but ***** *****z die fast
Thug *****z die young - oh what you thought you would last?
Blast two shots to the dome, slide back to the pad
And jack my ***** off, til his **** get soft
Resume the wifey boo ****, cause yo my man don't know
That his ***** is straight ill, servin' *** with four-four
 
This is anybody mureder...
To ****in' everybody murderer...
***** all y'all murderer...
Uh, uh, for real
 
You'll **** around and get killed
This is anybody murder...
**********in' everybody murder...
Yeah ***** all y'all murderer...
 
Uh, uh, for real
You'll **** around and get killed