One Shot One Kill (feat. Snoop Dogg) - Jon Connor

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Embed: I'm Kobe clutch, I hold my nuts till I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush
Still in highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush
So no questions, it's no panties in a muthafuckin' must
It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture on the mornin' after
You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony 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 bing, bang, woof
So they better bring troops because...

I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
You on'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
I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

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, bodyLyrics provided by TANCODEhttp://lyricsever.com/" readonly=""/>

One Shot One Kill (feat. Snoop Dogg) Lyrics

Guess who's back, it ain't a fuckin' question
They know the name 'bout the presence of a livin' 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
(?) unless you payin' homage, remain the hottest
Niggas can't stop us, that's just being honest
And makin' hits, I never had problems munchin' at the apartment
Don't get me started, don't compare me to the newest, nigga
For everyone of you, there's a hundred more and I watch them comin' home
My track record ain't coincidental
And these verses is like hearses consistently killin' all with instrumentals
Tell me, fuck what would ya'll do without me?!
Kill yourself or even think of something crazy 'bout me
I'm like I leave your fuckin' champ, now watch me rope a dope
Just watch him choke, cause everythin' I drop is dope
Now watch 'em all go up in smoke

I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
You on'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
I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

Look, what the fuck, I was just chillin' in the cut
And 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 till I was old enough to cuss
Was kissin' bitches after lunch, now that's a muthafuckin' rush
Still in highschool, I was fuckin' niggas bitches on the hush
So no questions, it's no panties in a muthafuckin' must
It's the peoples rapper, I ain't no rapper
I'm the rapture on the mornin' after
You lackin' passion, you ain't bad, you just a wack distraction
I can't relax cause I feel the magic smashin', Tony 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 bing, bang, woof
So they better bring troops because...

I came here to raise hell, I can't lie
One shot, one kill, it's real, I ain't hidin'
You on'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
I had weak shit, we'll never slide, I despise
You are now not in the presence of nice guys

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

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Jon Connor, (born Jon Kevin Freeman Jr. pronounced; April 13, 1985) is an artist/producer/song writer & Co-CEO of All Varsity Entertainment. Jon Connor was born and raised in Flint, Michigan. His father, Jon Freeman Sr. is an accomplished musician turned Christian minister who served as one of Connor's earliest and biggest musical influences. He was raised by his mother Mahaley Freeman on Flint's North Side in a neighborhood located off of the notorious Dayton Ave. He began producing and song crafting at the young age of 10. By the age of 14 he founded his own independent record label Avie Squad Records/ All Varsity Entertainment with Jason Monk. Using money that they earned doing odd jobs in the neighborhood, Monk and Connor created a studio in his mother’s basement.

As a freshman in high school Jon Connor began selling his own mixtapes out of his school backpack and out of the trunk of his mother's car with the help of his older sister. By 18, Connor had developed a name for himself in the Flint music scene. He completed an entire movie score for the independent Basketball Documentary Film "Flint Star The Motion Picture". To complete the movie score he used new and some old music that dated back to when he was 15 years old. He later went on to shoot his first independent music video that same year.

In 2005 he teamed up with the southern-based beat making team of E. Rude and Kevin "K.Wills" Williams to create the underground classic "The Calling Pt. 1 The Prequel". Raptalk.net calls the Calling “…an awesome blend of pure hip hop flow, unique beats, solid production, and realistic content”. His music conveys genuine purpose and individuality, rare qualities in contemporary rappers. The Calling pt.1 served as Connor's official introduction to the world, as it gained him national notoriety (VH1.com, rapcapital.com, planeturban, Urbanology magazine etc.) and a loyal fan base. Producing over half of the material on his critically acclaimed debut album, Connor not only showed his ability as a gifted lyricist and songwriter, but also as a skilled producer.

Connor's style of production is described by him as "a mirror of human emotions". His sound is well rounded just as his influences are. Connor's influences include; Prince, Hall and Oats, Michael Jackson, Carol King, Beats by the pound and Seal among many others. Never one to limit himself, Connor not only strives to be a great hip-hop producer, but a great producer period, no matter the genre.

Jon Connor is a young musical talent who will be a force in music for years to come, “Even this early in his career, Jon Connor has every right to label himself the “people’s rapper”…” (Rapreviews.com.). Connor’s progression from underground rapper to commercial success is a long way from selling mix tapes out his mother’s car in Flint. But don’t expect the self proclaimed musical “Terminator” to lose his hunger any time soon.
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