Curt Chambers - One Shot One k** lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre and Focus...] [Intro: Anderson .Paak] (Seagulls, Water, Bells) Heaving Breathing, Panting [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Guess who's back, it ain't a f**in' question They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend f** what you heard it's murder-murder, you gon' need protection Some n***as 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***as 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***a 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 k**in' all with instrumentals Tell me, f** what would y'all do without me?! k** yourself for even thinking something crazy 'bout me I'm like Ali, your f**in' 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 k**, it's real, I ain't hidin' Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it f**ed up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the f** up, over guns so I try Now that weak sh** will never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Look, what the f**, I was just chillin' in the cut Ain't no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up You funny f** like twenty bucks, I know your s*ut will let me f** 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**hes after lunch, now that's a muthaf**in' rush Sober high school, I was f**in' n***as b**hes on the hush So no questions and no panties is a muthaf**in' must It's the people's rapper, I ain't no rapper I'm the rapture on the mornin' after You lackin' pa**ion, 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' 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 k**, it's real, I ain't hidin' Don't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die And never get it f**ed up, I got shooters for hire Cause you don't want it, I have you like aye aye Better back the f** up, over guns so I try I had weak sh**, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys [Outro: Dr. Dre + Jon Connor] It's f**in' murder, baby I'm tryna hurt 'em, baby I know you heard me, baby Feel like I'm goin' crazy It's f**in' murder, baby Run, run, run, the cops almost got me Another tear drop, another motherf**in' body Uh, uh, uh, another f**in' body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another body Uh, uh, uh, another f**in' body, body