Born Killer (Mixed)

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 Let's take it to the streets and I'ma bring it to your ass G I'm comin' 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 TEC and try to tear it off Send you back to mommy, it's a plastic And had a bitch out huntin' for a casket I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla I'm a born killer Killer (born killer) Don't fuck with me (born killer) Don't fuck with me My momma did her part But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart In other words, I'm heartless, dude I don't love me, how the fuck I'ma 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'ma 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'ma born killer I'ma born killer (born killer) Don't fuck with me (born killer) Don't fuck with me Now I'm livin' where I can 'cause I'm homeless Can't make point calls 'cause I'm phoneless I ain't eatin', 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 trench-coat 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' A hundred thousand 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 ten gauge went, 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 killer