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Born 2 Kill

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Born 2 Kill è stato pubblicato il 22 ottobre 1996 da Relativity Records come parte dell'album Firing Squad

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumFiring Squad

Data di uscita22 ottobre 1996

EtichettaRelativity Records

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM80

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

M.O.P.

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

J. Burks

Composer

J. Grinnage

Composer

E. Murry

Composer

Testi

Represent, show **** the deal

I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real

Cause **** were born to kill

Here comes the Brownsville slugger, motherfucker

I bust off shots at fools

To avoid these obstacles

I roll deep, me and my **** Llama

With about seven **** thats up in the clip to bring the drama

Homicide, take a ride in the hearse

Enemies out to hit me, but I'mma see em first

I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous

Let my burner serve its purpose and remove him off the surface

Gunshots let off! My instincts was to get him

Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff!

Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts

My four five turn to a blowtorch

It's still cocked! I tried to get away safe

Yo that shit was hot as hell I still stuck it in my waist

Dud my dirt, YEAH, did murk, YEAH, murder was the case

Then it hit heart beating like a **** on base

I found a spot, chilled, parlayed for a second

Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section

Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now

I meditate on flashbacks of how it went down

It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact

There ain't no telling when these **** are coming to bust open your back

It's ill, it's real, but still I feel

If provoked murder, **** I'm born to kill

Yo, it's the case of the state

Versus the great one seven one eight

Gun slinger from Brownsville

Where **** were born to kill

Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep

You said you was across the street laying with the heat

What? That bitch lying

Here's a cocksucker I never heard of

I ain't doing time for no motherfucking murder

When Mr. Gonzalez was stretched in the mud

I was home with the dog dome taking down what's up

Therefore I'm innocent!

Mad shells were spit

They ain't mine

I do damage with an Imp, they found shells from a nine

This shit is crazy

Would you please contact Lazy

Tell him I need an attorney

To ride with me on this motherfucking journey

Now, ten months later, after being indicted

Third off of fifteen are clickin' shit so fuck it I'mma fight it

Me and the Jewboy lay back after D.A. spoke

Cross examination, Bernstein jumped up and broke no joke

Stepped over the judge's crown

Stepped on the D.A.'s ground

Looked at the snitch with a frown

Went to the jury and got down

Seventy-two hours later, creeping on some playing the wall shit

Toting the same Glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off with

As I

Written by: E. Murry, J. Burks, J. Grinnage

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