One Shot One Kill lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre and Focus...]

[Intro: Anderson .Paak]
(Seagulls, Water, Bells)
(Heaving Breathing, Panting)
(One shot, one kill)
Okay

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Guess who's back, it ain't a f*ckin' question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
f*ck what you heard, it's murda murda, you gon need protection
Some n*ggas 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, n*ggas can't stop us, that's just being honest
And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest n*gga (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, f*ck what would y'all do without me?!
Kill yourself for even thinking something crazy 'bout me
I'm like Ali, your f*ckin' 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
[Hook: 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 f*cked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the f*ck up, over guns so I try
Now that weak sh*t will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
Look, what the f*ck, I was just chillin' in the cut
Ain't no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
You funny f*ck like twenty bucks, I know your sl*t will let me f*ck
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' b*tches after lunch, now that's a muthaf*ckin' rush
So by high school I was f*ckin' n*ggas' b*tches on the hush
So no questions and no panties is a muthaf*ckin' 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...
[Hook: 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 f*cked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the f*ck up, over guns so I try
All that weak sh*t, will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

[Outro: Dr. Dre + Jon Connor]
It's f*ckin' murder, baby
I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I'm goin' crazy
It's f*ckin' murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another motherf*ckin' body
Uh, uh, uh, another f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' body, body