[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 bein' modest, should be silent 'less you payin' homage,
Remain the hottest, niggas can't stop us, that's just bein' 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' all with instrumentals.
Tell me, fuck what would y'all do without me?!
Kill yourself for even thinkin' something crazy 'bout me,
I'm like Ali, your fuckin' 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 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 mothafuckin' rush,
Sober high school, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush,
So no questions and no panties is a mothafuckin' must.
It's the people's rapper, I ain't no rapper,
I'm the rapture on the morning 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'.
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…
[Chorus: 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.
[Outro: 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' body, body.