| Guess who’s back, it ain’t a fuckin' question
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| They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
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| Fuck what you heard it’s murda, murda, you gon' need protection
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| Some niggas blinded, couldn’t see, so look for me to come and give direction
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| Who hold the crown, it ain’t no conversation
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| I’m bein' modest, should be silent 'less you payin' homage, remain the hottest
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| Niggas can’t stop us, that’s just being honest
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| And makin' hits, I never had problems much in that department
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| Don’t get me started, don’t compare me to the newest nigga
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| For everyone of you, there’s a hundred more and I watch them come n' go
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| My track record ain’t coincidental
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| And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals
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| Tell me, fuck what would ya’ll do without me?!
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| Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me
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| I’m like Ali a fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope
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| Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope
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| Now watch 'em all go up in smoke
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| I came here to raise hell, I can’t lie
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| One shot, one kill, it’s real, I ain’t hired
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| Don’t shoot one shot if you ain’t ready to die
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| And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
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| Cause you don’t want it, I have you like aye aye
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| Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
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| Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise
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| You are now not in the presence of nice guys
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| Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut
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| And no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
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| You funny fuck like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me fuck
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| I told my city «Hold me down», now look how high they hold me up
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| I’m Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss
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| Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that’s a muthafuckin' rush
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| So by highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush
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| So no questions and no panties in a muthafuckin' must
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| It’s the peoples rapper, I ain’t no rapper
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| I’m the rapture on the mornin' after
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| You lackin' passion, you ain’t bad, you just a wack distraction
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| I can’t relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Toni Braxton
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| Where your sisters at? |
| Let’s get it crackin' (fuckers)
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| Look, I was young, I was broke
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| Had no hope, so I wrote, that’s how I cope
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| I went hard with no results
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| New approach, same truth
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| Just get ready, aim, shoot, then get buried, bang, woof
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| So they better bring troops because…
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| I came here to raise hell, I can’t lie
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| One shot, one kill, it’s real, I ain’t hired
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| You won’t shoot one shot if you ain’t ready to die
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| Never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
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| Cause you don’t want it, I have you like aye aye
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| Better back the fuck up, over guns so I try
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| Now that weak shit, we’ll never slide, I despise
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| You are now not in the presence of nice guys
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| It’s fuckin' murder, baby
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| I’m tryna hurt 'em, baby
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| I know you heard me, baby
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| Feel like I’m goin' crazy
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| It’s fuckin' murder, baby
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| Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
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| Another tear drop, another fuckin' body
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| Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body
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| Uh, uh, uh, another body
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| Uh, uh, uh, another body
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| Uh, uh, uh, another body
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| Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Shot One Kill , by - Jon Connor. Song from the album Compton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп