Born 2 Kill (Jazz Mix) M.O.P.
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[Intro: Big Jaz, La Shonda Middleton]
Homicide, homicide
(Oh, murder, oh)
Homicide, homicide
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze]
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 that's uppin' 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 it's purpose then I remove 'em off the surface
(Gunshots let off!) My instincts was to get him
Make sure I hit him, then break North, sho' nuff
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
Did my dirt (Yeah), did my (Yeah), murder was the case
Did a hit, heart beating like a nigga 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) That's a true fact
There ain't no telling when these niggas 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
Homicide, homicide
(Oh, murder, oh)
Homicide, homicide
[Verse 1: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze]
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 that's uppin' 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 it's purpose then I remove 'em off the surface
(Gunshots let off!) My instincts was to get him
Make sure I hit him, then break North, sho' nuff
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
Did my dirt (Yeah), did my (Yeah), murder was the case
Did a hit, heart beating like a nigga 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) That's a true fact
There ain't no telling when these niggas 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
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