Born Killer

I'ma born killer, you're face to face with scarface You tried to ice an x, but that's 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, it's a plastic And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla I'm a born killa (chorus)(2x) 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? That's 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, it's 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 (chorus) 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 that's 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 there's 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 that's how it is nigga I spared a couple a lives, but I'm still a born killa (chorus)