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(Seagulls, Water, Bells) Heaving Breathing, Panting (One shot, one kill) Okay 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 being 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 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, fuck what would y'all do without me?! Kill yourself for even thinking something crazy 'bout me I'm like Ali, your 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 I came here to raise hell, I can't lie SongtexteOne 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 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 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 'fore I was old enough to cuss Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush So by high school I was fuckin' niggas' bitches on the hush So no questions and no panties is a muthafuckin' 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... 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 I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise You are now not in the presence of nice guys 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 motherfuckin' 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 body Uh, uh, uh, another fuckin' body, body Aus Songtexte Mania