Born Killer Lyrics

Born Killer lyrics

I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface
You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherf**kin waste
Your schools f**ked 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 motherf**ker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
Lets take it to the streets and I'mma bring it to your as* 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 f**ked shit
If ya ain't in trick, then get your as* in ya trunk bit*h
Cause I'm about to square it off
Hit ya as* in the chest with the tech and try to tear it off
Send you back to mommy, its a plastic
And hadda bit*h 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 f**k 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 f**k 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 f**ked 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 sh*t 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 f**ked 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 as* on the floor
And don't think about pushin that panic switch
I'm gettin paid and you're gettin killed bit*h
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 sh*t 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 motherf**ker whistle
Hit him in his chest
Now which one a you motherf**kers 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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