Born Killer

I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface

You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin waste

Your schools fucked up G

And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me

Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep

Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap

And uh, since you got beef

Lets take it to the streets and I'mma bring it to your ass G

I'm commin from the heart son

And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some

Now which one a you hoes wanna jump

If you got static, then get it off your chest punk

Cause I ain't bar none

If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha some

I ain't with this fucked shit

If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch

Cause I'm about to square it off

Hit ya ass in the chest with the tech and try to tear it off

Send you back to mommy, its a plastic

And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket

I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla

I'm a born killa

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I'ma born killa

Born

Killa

Don't fuck with me

My momma did her part

But it ain't her fault that I was born with out a heart

In other words I'm heartless dude

I don't love me, how the fuck I'mma love you?

Thats right, you guessed it

I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive

I'm takin all types a medication

To keep me out the mood of premeditatin

Yo, the log around my lone is worse

I'm havin thoughts of killin me, but I'm killin you first

Mr. Kindness talks but I don't listen

A victim of society fucked by the system

My whole life's been a see saw

I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow

Right now I'm even more upset

Some shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget

You think I'll let it die, but I ain't

It ain't because I want to, its because I can't

I'mma getcha but I ain't goin into it

Cause ain't nothin to it but to do it

See it ain't no sweat to me

Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me

I'm not your average dealer

I'mma born killa

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Now I'm livin where I can cause I'm homeless

Can't make point calls cause I'm phoneless

I ain't, I'm starvin duke

I can't go to mommas house cause mommas starvin too

Better grab that 12 gauge

Cause thats the only way a niggaz gonna get paid

I'm on my way to my old bank

They know me real good and they don't think that I'd gank

Had my gun in my trenchcoat

Now getcha ass on the floor

And don't think about pushin that panic switch

I'm gettin paid and you're gettin killed bitch

Take notes to the message I gave ya

Ya dyin ho and can't nothin save ya

I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad

Huh, and you never expected that from Brad

But theres a lotta things pressin me

And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin me

So I'm comin out winnin

100,000 in the case now I'm comin out grinnin

But the shit didn't flow smooth

The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move

He reached for his pistol

The 12 gauge went BOOM shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle

Hit him in his chest

Now which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next?

Nobody made a move

And I got away smooth

And thats how it is nigga

I spared a couple a lives, but I'm still a born killa

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