| Song | Born Killaz |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Enemy of the State |
| 作词 : Thomas, Williams | |
| (feat. Mob Figaz) | |
| [Verse 1: The Jacka] | |
| I'm thugged out enough to beat your fucking ass right now | |
| I'll make your best rap wack with a rap right now | |
| Cuz I'm the jacka the calidod pack the yay sacker | |
| Tell your bitch to shut the fuck up for I slap her | |
| Yea the jacka the spectacular my hold makes me | |
| Look like dacula plus the young mob nigga that's smother shit | |
| For the scrill my real niggas noting know who it feels | |
| [Verse 2: Fed X] | |
| Put your guns up gather your troops up | |
| Your shoot wasn't bust out but your aim wasn't good enough | |
| You claim killa you did what I did | |
| But I'm a natural born killa you and me at the same nigga | |
| You get your gun tooken to war about to jump off | |
| You fell to the floor you should close your eyes | |
| Didn't jump off get your mack snatched use your own gat | |
| You know what I want run this shit or get your skull capped blown back | |
| [Chorus: C-Bo] | |
| Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can't save shit you on your way | |
| To your grave bitch we born killaz | |
| Open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can't save shit you to your | |
| Muthafucking grave bitch | |
| [Verse 3: Hustla] | |
| Shot caller now hit the block park the car cock the chop | |
| Nothing but street star hustla hustla nigga what | |
| Like my pops hops to diction hustler I'm spin shots | |
| Watch before your watch visits | |
| I'm in your wrist watches is not a movie | |
| Your favorite rapper catch a slug in his booty | |
| On the ground, screaming like a bitch | |
| Caught the whole click thought he knew me nigga huh | |
| [Verse 4: C-Bo] | |
| Mini fourteen holler from out the window | |
| Can't handle the static get stuffed in the casket murder | |
| Them bastards grab my ak off the shelf | |
| Find the destination and send them niggas to hell | |
| My occupation is a must that I stack G'z | |
| And I done hit more licks that the these | |
| Believe that I'm loco with the pulled off fo fo in your front door | |
| Will have you butt-naked taped on the floor | |
| [Chorus: C-Bo] | |
| Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can't save shit you on your way | |
| To your grave bitch we born killaz | |
| Open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can't save shit your to your | |
| Muthafucking grave bitch | |
| [Verse 5: Ridah] | |
| I was too young to understand why they shot at me | |
| But how can I remain a solder at ease and let the release | |
| THE FAG they try to get me to participate | |
| Not at this rate and see my though strong try to recoupe me | |
| Before I'm there and gone like the Apostles | |
| [Verse 6: ap9] | |
| Stuck in this world without no help | |
| Niggas don't know we play for self and for keeps | |
| Late night streets when niggas dump heat no retreat | |
| Cuz the feats on my tracks | |
| Without my five eating off this platinum plaque | |
| For the fact that niggas ain't shit so they blaze | |
| Turn the page off the rage in a maze | |
| When they can't squabble fuck stuck in a face off | |
| Soaking up more coke as I erase you job | |
| Better duck when the bullets fly | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Thomas, Williams | |
| feat. Mob Figaz | |
| Verse 1: The Jacka | |
| I' m thugged out enough to beat your fucking ass right now | |
| I' ll make your best rap wack with a rap right now | |
| Cuz I' m the jacka the calidod pack the yay sacker | |
| Tell your bitch to shut the fuck up for I slap her | |
| Yea the jacka the spectacular my hold makes me | |
| Look like dacula plus the young mob nigga that' s smother shit | |
| For the scrill my real niggas noting know who it feels | |
| Verse 2: Fed X | |
| Put your guns up gather your troops up | |
| Your shoot wasn' t bust out but your aim wasn' t good enough | |
| You claim killa you did what I did | |
| But I' m a natural born killa you and me at the same nigga | |
| You get your gun tooken to war about to jump off | |
| You fell to the floor you should close your eyes | |
| Didn' t jump off get your mack snatched use your own gat | |
| You know what I want run this shit or get your skull capped blown back | |
| Chorus: CBo | |
| Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can' t save shit you on your way | |
| To your grave bitch we born killaz | |
| Open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can' t save shit you to your | |
| Muthafucking grave bitch | |
| Verse 3: Hustla | |
| Shot caller now hit the block park the car cock the chop | |
| Nothing but street star hustla hustla nigga what | |
| Like my pops hops to diction hustler I' m spin shots | |
| Watch before your watch visits | |
| I' m in your wrist watches is not a movie | |
| Your favorite rapper catch a slug in his booty | |
| On the ground, screaming like a bitch | |
| Caught the whole click thought he knew me nigga huh | |
| Verse 4: CBo | |
| Mini fourteen holler from out the window | |
| Can' t handle the static get stuffed in the casket murder | |
| Them bastards grab my ak off the shelf | |
| Find the destination and send them niggas to hell | |
| My occupation is a must that I stack G' z | |
| And I done hit more licks that the these | |
| Believe that I' m loco with the pulled off fo fo in your front door | |
| Will have you buttnaked taped on the floor | |
| Chorus: CBo | |
| Bitch open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can' t save shit you on your way | |
| To your grave bitch we born killaz | |
| Open your eyes and realize that you cry on ya | |
| Cover your head and duck when bullets flying on ya | |
| When that ak spits you can' t save shit your to your | |
| Muthafucking grave bitch | |
| Verse 5: Ridah | |
| I was too young to understand why they shot at me | |
| But how can I remain a solder at ease and let the release | |
| THE FAG they try to get me to participate | |
| Not at this rate and see my though strong try to recoupe me | |
| Before I' m there and gone like the Apostles | |
| Verse 6: ap9 | |
| Stuck in this world without no help | |
| Niggas don' t know we play for self and for keeps | |
| Late night streets when niggas dump heat no retreat | |
| Cuz the feats on my tracks | |
| Without my five eating off this platinum plaque | |
| For the fact that niggas ain' t shit so they blaze | |
| Turn the page off the rage in a maze | |
| When they can' t squabble fuck stuck in a face off | |
| Soaking up more coke as I erase you job | |
| Better duck when the bullets fly | |
| Chorus |