[Produced by Dr. Dre and Focus...]

[Intro: Anderson .Paak]

(Seagulls, Water, Bells)

(Heaving Breathing, Panting)

(One shot, one kill)

Okay

[Verse 1: 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 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 (oh-oh no!)

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

[Hook: Jon Connor]

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

Now that weak shit will never slide, I despise

You are now not in the presence of nice guys

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]

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...

[Hook: Jon Connor]

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

All that weak shit, will never slide, I despise

You are now not in the presence of nice guys

[Outro: Dr. Dre + 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 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