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