M.O.P. — Born 2 Kill

Represent, show niggas the deal I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real Cause niggas 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'mma see em first I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous Let my burner serve its purpose and remove 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 Yo that shit was hot as hell I still stuck it in my waist Dud my dirt, YEAH, did murk, YEAH, murder was the case Then it 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, thats 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 If provoked murder, nigga I'm born to kill [Billy Danze] Yo, it's the case of the state Versus the great one seven one eight Gun slinger from Brownsville Where niggas 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 Here's a cocksucker I never heard of I ain't doing time for no motherfucking murder When Mr. Gonzalez was stretched in the mud I was home with the dog dome taking down what's up Therefore I'm innocent! [LaShonda] Mad shells were spit [Billy Danze] They ain't mine I do damage with an Imp, they 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 motherfucking journey Now, ten months later, after being indicted Third off of fifteen are clickin' shit so fuck it I'mma fight it Me and the Jewboy lay back after D.A. spoke Cross examination, Bernstein jumped up and broke no joke Stepped over the judge's 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 the wall shit Toting the same Glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off with As I