Born Killer

I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface
 You tried to ice an x, but that's a motherfuckin' waste
 Your schools fucked up G
 And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
 'Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
 Save that motherfucker black, 'cause talk is cheap
 And uh, since you got beef
 Let's take it to the streets and I'ma bring it to your ass G
 I'm comin' from the heart, son
 And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some
 Now which one a you hoes wanna jump?
 If you got static, then get it off your chest punk
 'Cause I ain't bar none
 If you're feelin' lucky then go ahead and get cha some
 I ain't with this fucked shit
 If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch
 'Cause I'm about to square it off
 Hit ya ass in the chest with the TEC and try to tear it off
 Send you back to mommy, it's a plastic
 And had a bitch out huntin' for a casket
 I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla
 I'm a born killer
 Killer (born killer)
 Don't fuck with me (born killer)
 Don't fuck with me
 My momma did her part
 But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart
 In other words, I'm heartless, dude
 I don't love me, how the fuck I'ma love you?
 That's right, you guessed it
 I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive
 I'm takin' all types a medication
 To keep me out the mood of premeditatin'
 Yo, the log around my lone is worse
 I'm havin' thoughts of killin' me, but I'm killin' you first
 Mr. kindness talks, but I don't listen
 A victim of society fucked by the system
 My whole life's been a see-saw
 I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow
 Right now I'm even more upset
 Some shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget
 You think I'll let it die, but I ain't
 It ain't because I want to, it's because I can't
 I'ma getcha, but I ain't goin' into it
 'Cause ain't nothin' to it but to do it
 See it ain't no sweat to me
 'Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me
 I'm not your average dealer
 I'ma born killer
 I'ma born killer (born killer)
 Don't fuck with me (born killer)
 Don't fuck with me
 Now I'm livin' where I can 'cause I'm homeless
 Can't make point calls 'cause I'm phoneless
 I ain't eatin', I'm starvin' duke
 I can't go to mommas house 'cause mommas starvin' too
 Better grab that 12 gauge
 'Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
 I'm on my way to my old bank
 They know me real good, and they don't think that I'd gank
 Had my gun in my trench-coat
 Now getcha ass on the floor
 And don't think about pushin' that panic switch
 I'm gettin' paid and you're gettin' killed bitch
 Take notes to the message I gave ya
 Ya dyin' ho and can't nothin' save ya
 I'm doin' bad, so I'm goin' bad, huh
 And you never expected that from brad
 But there's a lotta things pressin' me
 And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin' me
 So I'm comin' out winnin'
 A hundred thousand in the case now I'm comin' out grinnin'
 But the shit didn't flow smooth
 The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move
 He reached for his pistol
 The ten gauge went, shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle
 Hit him in his chest
 Now which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next?
 Nobody made a move
 And I got away smooth
 And that's how it is nigga
 I spared a couple a lives, but I'm still a born killer