The Kill

[Chorus: La Roux] I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand [Verse 1: The Game] Let me crack this Patrón and talk to you for a minute Won't you put that blunt down before 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 then you could be Malcolm X Instead of countin' body bags, my nigga should be countin' checks Don't be a follower, nigga, be a leader And if that means I'll lose you on Twitter, then so be it Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleedin' Remind me of Keyshia gettin' shot down while she was feedin' Her baby in the projects, I'm 'posed to be proud of Compton? I'm just glad me, DeMar, 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 [Chorus: La Roux] I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand [Verse 2: The Game] 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 Clutchin' on his mama leg, remind me of the old me Ain't trippin' off no old beefs, ain't grindin' on my old streets I'm in the hills smokin' on cigars like a O.G Cooley High, Cochise, 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, you're all hustlin' backwards Shout out to my real 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 will He walked out the booth, it's my turn [Chorus: La Roux] I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand [Verse 3: The Game] If I ain't never told you nothin', I think you might wanna listen Leavin' 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 nigga, but life is funny like that Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack So I unwrapped the gauze, 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 Cîroc, 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 [Chorus: La Roux] I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand And not let go of my hand