Born 2 Kill Lyrics
| Song | Born 2 Kill |
| Artist | M.O.P. |
| Album | Firing Squad |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burks, Grinnage, Murray | |
| Chorus：repeat 2x | |
| Represent, show niggaz the deal | |
| I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real | |
| Cause niggaz were born to kill | |
| [lil fame] | |
| Here comes the brownsville slugger, motherfucker | |
| I bust off shots at fools | |
| To avoid these obstacles | |
| I roll deep, me and my nigga llama | |
| With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama | |
| Homicide, take a ride in the hearse | |
| Enemies out to hit me, but i'ma see em first | |
| I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous | |
| Let my words a serve its purpose general moved 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 | |
| You that shit was out of shells i still stuck it in my waist | |
| Then my dirt, yeah, get murked, yeah, murder was the case | |
| That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base | |
| I found a spot, chilled, parleyed 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 flash backs of how it went down | |
| It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact | |
| There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back | |
| It's ill, it's real, but still i feel | |
| It's provoke murder nigga i'm born to kill | |
| Chorus - 4x | |
| [billy danze] | |
| Yo, it's the case of the state | |
| Versus the great one seven one eight | |
| Gun slinger from brownsville | |
| Where niggaz were born to kill | |
| [lashonda] | |
| Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep | |
| You said you was across the street laying with the heat | |
| [billy danze] | |
| What? that bitch lying | |
| Heres a cocksucker i never heard of | |
| I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder | |
| When mr. gonzalez stretched in the mud | |
| I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up | |
| Therefore i'm innocent! | |
| [lashonda] | |
| Mad shells were split | |
| [billy danze] | |
| They ain't mine | |
| I do damage with an imp, you 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 mother fucking journey | |
| Now ten months later after being indicted | |
| Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it i'ma fight it | |
| Me and the tru boy lay back after d.a. spoke | |
| Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke | |
| Stepped over the judges 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 no more shit | |
| Toting the same glock mr. gonzalez got knocked off wit | |
| As i... | |
| Chorus - 4x |
| zuo qu : Burks, Grinnage, Murray | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Represent, show niggaz the deal | |
| I' m packing my blue steel, keeping it real | |
| Cause niggaz were born to kill | |
| lil fame | |
| Here comes the brownsville slugger, motherfucker | |
| I bust off shots at fools | |
| To avoid these obstacles | |
| I roll deep, me and my nigga llama | |
| With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama | |
| Homicide, take a ride in the hearse | |
| Enemies out to hit me, but i' ma see em first | |
| I' m ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous | |
| Let my words a serve its purpose general moved 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 | |
| You that shit was out of shells i still stuck it in my waist | |
| Then my dirt, yeah, get murked, yeah, murder was the case | |
| That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base | |
| I found a spot, chilled, parleyed 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 flash backs of how it went down | |
| It' s kill or be killed, thats a true fact | |
| There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back | |
| It' s ill, it' s real, but still i feel | |
| It' s provoke murder nigga i' m born to kill | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| billy danze | |
| Yo, it' s the case of the state | |
| Versus the great one seven one eight | |
| Gun slinger from brownsville | |
| Where niggaz were born to kill | |
| lashonda | |
| Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep | |
| You said you was across the street laying with the heat | |
| billy danze | |
| What? that bitch lying | |
| Heres a cocksucker i never heard of | |
| I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder | |
| When mr. gonzalez stretched in the mud | |
| I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up | |
| Therefore i' m innocent! | |
| lashonda | |
| Mad shells were split | |
| billy danze | |
| They ain' t mine | |
| I do damage with an imp, you 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 mother fucking journey | |
| Now ten months later after being indicted | |
| Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it i' ma fight it | |
| Me and the tru boy lay back after d. a. spoke | |
| Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke | |
| Stepped over the judges crown | |
| Stepped on the d. a. s ground | |
| Looked at the snitch with a frown | |
| Went to the jury and got down | |
| Seventytwo hours later creeping on some playing no more shit | |
| Toting the same glock mr. gonzalez got knocked off wit | |
| As i... | |
| Chorus 4x |
| zuò qǔ : Burks, Grinnage, Murray | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Represent, show niggaz the deal | |
| I' m packing my blue steel, keeping it real | |
| Cause niggaz were born to kill | |
| lil fame | |
| Here comes the brownsville slugger, motherfucker | |
| I bust off shots at fools | |
| To avoid these obstacles | |
| I roll deep, me and my nigga llama | |
| With about seven niggas thats up in the clip to bring the drama | |
| Homicide, take a ride in the hearse | |
| Enemies out to hit me, but i' ma see em first | |
| I' m ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous | |
| Let my words a serve its purpose general moved 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 | |
| You that shit was out of shells i still stuck it in my waist | |
| Then my dirt, yeah, get murked, yeah, murder was the case | |
| That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base | |
| I found a spot, chilled, parleyed 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 flash backs of how it went down | |
| It' s kill or be killed, thats a true fact | |
| There aint no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back | |
| It' s ill, it' s real, but still i feel | |
| It' s provoke murder nigga i' m born to kill | |
| Chorus 4x | |
| billy danze | |
| Yo, it' s the case of the state | |
| Versus the great one seven one eight | |
| Gun slinger from brownsville | |
| Where niggaz were born to kill | |
| lashonda | |
| Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep | |
| You said you was across the street laying with the heat | |
| billy danze | |
| What? that bitch lying | |
| Heres a cocksucker i never heard of | |
| I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder | |
| When mr. gonzalez stretched in the mud | |
| I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up | |
| Therefore i' m innocent! | |
| lashonda | |
| Mad shells were split | |
| billy danze | |
| They ain' t mine | |
| I do damage with an imp, you 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 mother fucking journey | |
| Now ten months later after being indicted | |
| Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it i' ma fight it | |
| Me and the tru boy lay back after d. a. spoke | |
| Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke | |
| Stepped over the judges crown | |
| Stepped on the d. a. s ground | |
| Looked at the snitch with a frown | |
| Went to the jury and got down | |
| Seventytwo hours later creeping on some playing no more shit | |
| Toting the same glock mr. gonzalez got knocked off wit | |
| As i... | |
| Chorus 4x |
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