(Verse 1 – Snoop Dogg)
Guess who’s back, it ain’t a f**king question
They know the name, bow in the presence of a living legend
F**k what you heard it’s murda murda, you gon need protection
Some ni**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 paying homage
Remain the hottest, ni**as can’t stop us, that’s just being honest
And making hits, I never had problems much in that department
Don’t get me started, don’t compare me to the newest, ni**a
For everyone 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 killing all with instrumentals
Tell me, f**k what would y’all do without me?
Kill yourself for even thinking something crazy ’bout me
I’m like Ali, your f**king champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, cause everything I drop is dope, now watch em all go up in smoke
(Chorus – Jon Connor)
I came here to raise hell, I can’t lie
One shot, one kill, it’s real, I ain’t hiding
Don’t shoot one shot if you ain’t ready to die
And never get it f**ked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don’t want it, I have you like aye aye
Better back the f**k up, over guns so I try
Now that weak s**t will never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys
(Verse 2 – Jon Connor)
Look, what the f**k, I was just chilling in the cut
Ain’t no beginners, only winners run amok, you runners up
You funny f**k like twenty bucks, I know your slut will let me f**k
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 kissing bi**hes after lunch, now that’s a muthaf**king rush
Sober high school, I was f**king ni**as b**ches on the hush
So no questions and no panties is a muthaf**king must
It’s the people’s rapper, I ain’t no rapper
I’m the rapture on the morning after
You lacking passion, you ain’t rap, you just a wack distraction
I can’t relax cause I feel the magic smashing, Tony Braxton
Where your sisters at? Let’s get it cracking
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
(Repeat Chorus)
(Outro – Jon Connor)
It’s f**king murder, baby
I’m tryna hurt em, baby
I know you heard me, baby
Feel like I’m going crazy
It’s f**king murder, baby
Run, run, run, the cops almost got me
Another tear drop, another f**king body
Uh, uh, uh, another f**king body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another body
Uh, uh, uh, another f**king body, body
