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goin' in 4 the kill (remix) - styles p lyrics

[verse 1: styles p]
this is for hoods everywhere
i’m back..
we ain’t come here for the chit-chat
but sh-t got a h-ll of a kickback
and i don’t give a f-ck, so your face like a dutch
i’mma go head and split that
n-ggas in the top five; f-ck is the list at?
everybody die where they poppin’ they cris at
gun in your mouth, brain on your wall, you try to get louder than i
go smoke, i’m responsible for clouds in the sky
and you couldn’t find a n-gga that’s wilder than i
the roof the same color as sh-t, n-gga
run up and hit n-ggas; god bless whoever you with, n-gga
somebody gonna break down and cry, when they look at your face
how the four bullets break down your eye
i’m from a place where you kicked out or die
sh-t real, when they catch you at the wheel
and blow your face out the ride

[chorus: la roux]
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll
i’m doin’ it for a thrill
oh, i’m hoping you’ll understand
and not let go of my hand
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll
i’m doin’ it for a thrill
oh, i’m hoping you’ll understand
and not let go of my hand
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll..

[verse 2: styles p]
if you forgot my name, or my style
i’m the ghost with the h-rnet flow, with a corner style
in a piece of sh-t car
with two 45’s, ’bout to rob everything, i been gone a while
they ain’t let you know i’m a grime-ball
whenever the time calls, i find ya’ll, i’m taking your spine off
let’s be serious, dead serious
if you with cops, how you lettin’ your nine off?

[verse 3: jadakiss]
yo, you got a hole in you, and you bleeding
so it’s not like i’m just callin’ you p-ssy for no reason
me, i’m a b-st-rd
i hit the blunts til’ i gotta cough, then i p-ss ’em
exhaust on the aston
that next choice you make, might be your last one
sh-t that i needed, stuck with me from the cl-ssroom
real talk now, who’s the king of new york now?
boys got safes in the house, i got a vault now

chorus: la roux/(jadakiss)]
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll
i’m doin’ it for a thrill
oh, i’m hoping you’ll understand
and not let go of my hand
(just mad you will never be as nice as i am)
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll
i’m doin’ it for a thrill
oh, i’m hoping you’ll understand
(just mad you will never be as nice as i am)
and not let go of my hand
i’m goin in for the k!ll..

[verse 4: jadakiss]
ugh, put my life on it
soon as you sit in hot water, all you gotta do is put the ice on it
i’ve been giving it to n-ggas for years
fans still gettin’ wireless head, that’s with no hands
listen, my [?] composition, compared to y’alls is way beyond existence
d-block daddy, new black caddy
comin’ through knocking michael mcdonald and pattie
p’s and haze is still going for eight and a natty
rather have god arrest me, then satan and bag me
get serious, i’ll gladly involve ya moms
al-qaeda jada, i’m only involved with bombs
ugh, put my life on it
soon as you sit in hot water, all you gotta do is put the ice on it
i’ve been giving it to n-ggas for years
i’m responsible for n-ggas careers

[verse 5: french montana]
ya’ll n-ggas need a co-sign; homie, i’m the gold mine
montana johnson when it’s showtime
n-gga p-ss the ball, make a call; watch me go in for the k!ll
i was stuntin’ on you corny n-ggas way before the deal
fast money, f-ckin’ hoes, flippin’ work; call me flip
rap n-ggas all diesel, homie; probably a script
see the black van packed up; ski-masks, black gloves
four n-ggas mashed up, get a n-gga wrapped up
i did it like a boss, f-ck a hand-out
room full of centers, i’m a stand-out
now i gave ’em no choice; got the c0ke-boy sh-t planned out
hundred-fifty spider all tanned out; montana (montana)..

[verse 6: chinx drugz]
listen
for all my dope-boys up over them pots mixin’
new [??] on the block chasin’ hot vixens
gettin’ money, right? well do your thing, shorty
the drama messy, i send some n-ggas to clean for me
they leave the scene spotless; i like my v’s topless
the hoes talk about me, see i’m the trendin’ topic
see the riot’s that gang, and ya’ll know that
that break it up and give it to the strip, you know i’m on that
i’m stickin’ to the format
never catch him slippin’, like i’m stickin’ to the floor-mat
so these n-ggas could fall back
i toss some money in the sky and watch it trickle down
came a long way from the p’s; take a look at me now

[verse 7: cheeze]
keys to the beamer; beamie take the top off
did ya’ll watch the fumes come out like a genie?
that’s the sour; power can’t [?] me, b-tch
love when i’m high, cause my eyes look dreamy
four-fifth chrome, that’ll leave your dome steamy
custom-made lenscrafters still couldn’t see me
flip, pimp, and crack dough
i roll the o, you pop the ex; tick-tack-toe
send my condolence, give him hope for best wishes
they hate cause they b-tches; ride my stick like witches
nowadays n-ggas fraudulent, frontin’; all gimmicks
in the game they all the same; might as well get a mimic
order to your dog, ups with deliverance
my man in the can gettin’ green like spinach
[??] like popeye the [??]
yeah, cheeze ya dealin’ man
they spinnin’ on the top, like [??]

[chorus/outro: la roux]
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll
i’m doin’ it for a thrill
oh, i’m hoping you’ll understand
and not let go of my hand
i’m goin’ in for the k!ll
i’m doin’ it for a thrill
oh, i’m hoping you’ll understand
and not let go of my hand..

- styles p lyrics

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