Jon Connor, Snoop Dogg - One Shot One Kill lyrics

[Jon Connor, Snoop Dogg - One Shot One Kill lyrics]

(Seagulls, Water, Bells)
(Heaving Breathing, Panting)
(One shot, one kill) okay

Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' 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 payin' homage
Remain the hottest, niggas can't stop us
That's just being honest and makin' hit's
I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started
Don't compare me to the newest nigga
(oh oh no)
For every one of you, there's a hundred more
And I watch them come and go
My track record ain't coincidental
And these verses is like hearses
Consistently killin' y'all with instrumentals
Tell me
Fuck what would y'all do without me?!
Kill yourself for even thinking
Something crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali, your fuckin' champ
Now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke
Cause everythin' I drop is dope
Now watch 'em all go up in smoke
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
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

Look, what the fuck
I was just chillin' in the cut
Ain't 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 'fore I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' bitches after lunch
Now that's a muthafuckin' rush
So by high school I was fuckin'
Niggas' bitches on the hush
So no questions and no panties
Is a muthafuckin' must
It's the people's rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture
On the mornin' after, you lackin' passion
You ain't rap you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin'
Toni Braxton
Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin'
(Bo)
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
I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
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
All that weak shit, will never slide
I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

It's fuckin' murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm goin' crazy
It's fuckin' murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another motherfuckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body

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