One Shot One Kill

(альбом: Compton - 2015)

[Snoop Dogg:]
Guess who's back, it ain't a fucking question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
Fuck what you heard it's murda, murda, you gon' need protection
Some niggas blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction
Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation
I'm being modest, should be silent 'less you paying homage, remain the hottest
Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest
And making hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest nigga
For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them come n' go
My track record ain't coincidental
And these verses is like hearses consistently killing all with instrumentals
Tell me, fuck what would ya'll do without me?!
Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali a fucking champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, cause everything I drop is dope
Now watch 'em all go up in smoke

[Jon Connor:]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hired
Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

[Jon Connor:]
Look, what the fuck, I was just chilling in the cut
And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck
I told my city "Hold me down", now look how high they hold me up
I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss
Was kissing bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafucking rush
So by highschool, I was fucking niggas bitches on the hush
So no questions and no panties in a muthafucking must
It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture on the morning after
You lacking passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashing, Toni Braxton
Where your sisters at? Let's get it cracking (fuckers)
Look, I was young, I was broke
Had no hope, so I wrote, that's how I cope
I went hard with no results
New approach, same truth
Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get buried, bang, woof
So they better bring troops because...

[Jon Connor:]
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hired
You won't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
Never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

[Jon Connor:]
It's fucking murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm going crazy
It's fucking murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another fucking body
Uh, uh, uh, another fucking body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another fucking body, body