One Shot One Kill (feat. Snoop Dogg)

Jon Connor

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    [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 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 bein' modest, should be silent 'less you payin' homage, remain the hottest
    Niggas 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 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 killin' 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 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

    [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

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    [Jon Connor]
    Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' 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 kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush
    So by highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush
    So no questions and no panties in a muthafuckin' must
    It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper
    I'm the rapture on the mornin' after
    You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, 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' (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 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' body, body

    Song details

    Composition: Dr Dre, Calvin Broadus, Focus (Us 1), Trev Jr, Candy Pillay, Massimo Martellotta, Tommaso Colliva, Enrico Gabrielli, Luca Cavina, Jon Connor, Dem Jointz, and R. Rondianini

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