Artist: (Dr. Dre f/) Jon Connor, Snoop Dogg Album: Compton: A Soundtrack Song: One Shot One Kill Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Snoop Dogg] 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 murder murder, you gon' need protection Some niggaz blinded, couldn't see, so look for me to come and give direction Who hold the crown, it ain't no conversation, I'm bein modest Should be silent 'less you payin homage, remain the hottest Niggaz can't stop us, that's just bein honest And makin hits, I never had problems much in that department Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest nigga, ohh no For everyone 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 thinkin somethin crazy 'bout me I'm like Ali, your fuckin 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 [Chorus: Jon Connor] 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 [Jon Connor] 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'll 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 motherfuckin rush Sober high school, I was fuckin niggaz bitches on the hush So no questions and no panties is a motherfuckin must It's the people's rapper, I ain't no rapper, I'm the rapture on the morning after You lackin passion, you ain't rap, you just a wack distraction I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin, Tony Braxton Where your sisters at? Let's get it crackin 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 [Chorus] [Outro: Jon Connor] Uh, yeah, it's fuckin murder baby (murder baby) Yea-yea, I'm tryna hurt 'em baby (hurt 'em baby) Yea-yea, 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 As another tear drop, another fuckin body Uh uh uh, another fuckin body Uh uh, another, body Uh uh uh, another, body Uh uh uh, another, body Uh uh uh, another fuckin body, body, body...