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
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