The Kill

Game / The Kill

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute

Won't 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 ni**a should be counting checks

Don't be a follower ni**a be a leader

And if that mean's I'll 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 I'm supposed to be proud of Compton

I'm 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

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I can take you back to '03 when ain't 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

Ain't trippin' off no old beefs ain't grinding on my old streets

I'm in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G

Cooley high coochie Levi's no fleece

Space jam Jordan's 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 ni**a 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 ni**a Fab write his verses like a wheel

He walked out the booth it's my turn

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

If I ain't never told you nothing I think you might wanna listen

Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision

But I'm back now when we recorded Back Down

Once friends now foes both our phones tapped now

50 was my ni**a 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 y'all my niggas y'all 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 ni**a Young Buck got raided by the Fed's

So Timbaland Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell

Next track I get ni**a

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

Oh I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand