M.O.P. — Born 2 Kill Jazz Mix

[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 [Chorus: Billy Danze, La Shonda Middleton, Big Jaz] (Oh, murder) Niggas were born to kill (Oh) Homicide, homicide (Oh, murder) Niggas were born to kill (Oh) Homicide, homicide [Verse 2: Billy Danze] Yo, it's the case of the state Versus the great 1-7-1-8 Gun slinger from Brownsville Where niggas were born to kill (Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the Jeep You said you was across the street letting go your heat) 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 Don't take it there, what's up? Therefore I'm innocent! (Mad shells were spit) So? They ain't mine I do damage with the Inf', you found shells from a nine This shit is crazy Would you please contact Laze E? 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'ma fight it Me and the Jew boy lay back after D.A. spoke (Cross examination) First thing, jumped up and broke, no joke Stepped over the judge's crown Stepped on the D.A.'s grounds 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 with As I... [Chorus: Billy Danze, La Shonda Middleton, Big Jaz] (Oh, murder) Niggas were born to kill (Oh) Homicide, homicide (Oh, murder) Niggas were born to kill (Oh) Homicide, homicide (Oh, murder, oh) Homicide, homicide (Oh, murder) Niggas were born to kill (Oh) Homicide, homicide [Outro] Yes, we represent, our niggas, your niggas, my niggas, them real niggas. (Salute) Yes, my nigga. (Homicide, homicide) I'd like to say to all my ghetto people, keep it real. Come from the heart, from the heart, 'til death do we part. (Homicide, homicide) Yes, my nigga. (Salute) Love you, my nigga. (Murder, oh) Oh, all my niggas. (Homicide, homicide) East Coast, West Coast, Jersey, Uptown, Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island. (Murder, oh) I love you. We are here to straighten out the world. (Homicide, homicide) Once again, it's on. 9-6. Yeah, it's 2000. (Oh, murder) Coming at you at the door, under the door. (Oh) Love you all. (Homicide, homicide) I'll see you when I see you. (Oh, murder) (Clack clack, clack clack) (Oh) Salute. 'Til dead do we part. (Homicide, homicide) M.O.P