- The Kill (Prod. By Cool N Dre) 歌詞 The Game
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Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute
Wont you put that blunt down fore you put the chronic in it
Before you do that drive by, listen for a second
Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon
If you use it like you posed to than you could be Malcolm X
Instead of counting body bags, my nigga should be counting checks
Dont be a follower nigga, be a leader
And if that means Ill lose you on Twitter than so be it
Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding
Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding
Her baby in the projects, Im supposed to be proud of Compton
Im just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton
I put on for my city like Jeezy say
Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day
And since they did Oscar grant like Emmett Till
Crack the Patron seal
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
I can take you back to 03 when aint nobody know me
My game was regional like the Lower Merion, Kobe
Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me
Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
Aint trippin off no old beefs, aint grinding on my old streets
Im in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G
Cooley high coochie, Levis no fleece
Space jam Jordans killin em without the cold sheets
Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers
Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards
Shout out to my reall niggas, Birdman, Styles P
Kiss my nigga Sigel, know them Philly niggas wild b
Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one
Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son
And my nigga Fab, write his verses like a wheel
He walked out the booth, its my turn
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
If I aint never told you nothing, I think you might wanna listen
Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision
But Im back now, when we recorded Back Down
Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now
50 was my nigga, but life was funny like that
Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack
So I unwrapped the guards, but my scars never healed
Sometimes stars align and some stars never will
Like Ross and Jeezy both yall my niggas, yall should chill
Instead of beefin, lets remember how baby blue got killed
How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up
When niggas start beefin you should give them some Ciroc Puff
And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead
Worse than that, my nigga Young Buck got raided by the Feds
So Timbaland, Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell
Next track I get nigga...
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
Im going in for the kill
Im doing it for a thrill
Oh Im hoping youll understand
And not let go of my hand
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