
Goin’ In 4 the Kill (Remix) Styles P (Ft. Big Cheeze, Chinx, French Montana & Jadakiss)
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[Chorus: La Roux]
I'm goin' in for the kill
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 kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
[Verse 1: Styles P]
This is for hoods everywhere
I'm back..
We ain't come here for the chit-chat
But shit got a hell of a kickback
And I don't give a fuck, so your face like a Dutch
I'mma go head and split that
Niggas in the top five; fuck 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 nigga that's wilder than I
The roof the same color as shit, nigga
Run up and hit niggas; God bless whoever you with, nigga
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
Shit real, when they catch you at the wheel
And blow your face out the ride
I'm goin' in for the kill
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 kill
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
[Verse 1: Styles P]
This is for hoods everywhere
I'm back..
We ain't come here for the chit-chat
But shit got a hell of a kickback
And I don't give a fuck, so your face like a Dutch
I'mma go head and split that
Niggas in the top five; fuck 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 nigga that's wilder than I
The roof the same color as shit, nigga
Run up and hit niggas; God bless whoever you with, nigga
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
Shit real, when they catch you at the wheel
And blow your face out the ride
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