Dr. Dre — Genocide

[Produced by Dr. Dre & Dem Jointz] [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] Stone-cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder Murder, murder, ha Call 9-1-1, emergency Hands up in the air for the world to see It's murder, it's murder Murder, murder (Murder) [Bridge: Candice Pillay] Murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo!) Bullet to the dome, to the head Murda dem down, kill a yout' Don fi pull up on di man and (Turn me up!) What it look like? See, murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo!) Bullets come down from the air Murda dem down, kill a yout' Don fi pull up on di man and (Turn me up!) What it look? [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] There's the stone cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder It's murder, it's 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) It's been a 187 in this bitch! [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Murder this, murder listen, hear that Suburban whippin'? Tinted windows, right at your wifey (Brrrat!) And I bet you miss her Reload the Pro Tools 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 timeline lookin' like Rosecrans When these niggas throw up them signs high I'm talking about that bottom, where it's high crimes 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, no scarier area I'm very aware hip-hop needed something to carry it So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot And you 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 looking like another statistic [Hook: Marsha Ambrosius] There's the stone-cold killers in these Compton streets One hand on the 9, all eyes on me Murder, murder It's murder, it's 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) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] (Ahh, shit!) Recognize what live inside these eyes I'ma ride until the dead has risen Live in a project building, dodging the module ceilings I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen Jeep Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted) Mama tried counseling, five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it) My family ties had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (Abducted) My aliens on surveillance, they paid me a visit (Disgusting) Our stadium's packed, Raiders in black Curls dripping, 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, and something's up I hope he no can walk the tightest rope before the double-dutch Broke plenty records with this weapon, I protect it under oath My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life, fuck your hope Fuck your mama. fuck your daddy, fuck your dead homie Fucked the world up when we came up, that's Compton, homie! [Bridge: Sly Pyper] Murder, murder Murder... murder It's all murder... murder Ahh! [Outro: Sly Pyper] Murder, murder Murder, murder It's been a 187 in this bitch!