Scarface - Born Killer Lyrics
Ima born killer, youre face to face with scarfaceYou tried to ice an x, but thats a mother*****in wasteYour schools *****ed up gAnd your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like meCause I dont weep and I dont sleepSave that mother*****er black, cause talk is cheapAnd uh, since you got beefLets take it to the streets and imma bring it to your ass gIm commin from the heart sonAnd I dont take no shit, but Im about to start someNow which one a you hoes wanna jumpIf you got static, then get it off your chest punkCause I aint bar noneIf youre feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha someI aint with this *****ed shitIf ya aint in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk *****Cause Im about to square it offHit ya ass in the chest with the tech and try to tear it offSend you back to mommy, its a plasticAnd hadda ***** out huntin for a casketIm on the for realla tilla my nillaIm a born killa(chorus)(2x)Ima born killaBornKillaDont ***** with meMy momma did her partBut it aint her fault that I was born with out a heartIn other words Im heartless dudeI dont love me, how the ***** imma love you?Thats right, you guessed itIm legally insane, marked mannick depressiveIm takin all types a medicationTo keep me out the mood of premeditatinYo, the log around my lone is worseIm havin thoughts of killin me, but Im killin you firstMr. kindness talks but I dont listenA victim of society *****ed by the systemMy whole lifes been a see sawIm up one day, down and out on tomorrowRight now Im even more upsetSome shit that happened to me that I dont think Ill ever forgetYou think Ill let it die, but I aintIt aint because I want to, its because I cantImma getcha but I aint goin into itCause aint nothin to it but to do itSee it aint no sweat to meCause in the fo place, you *****ed up the minute that you stepped to meIm not your average dealerImma born killa(chorus)Now Im livin where I can cause Im homelessCant make point calls cause Im phonelessI aint, Im starvin dukeI cant go to mommas house cause mommas starvin tooBetter grab that 12 gaugeCause thats the only way a niggaz gonna get paidIm on my way to my old bankThey know me real good and they dont think that Id gankHad my gun in my trenchcoatNow getcha ass on the floorAnd dont think about pushin that panic switchIm gettin paid and youre gettin killed *****Take notes to the message I gave yaYa dyin ho and cant nothin save yaIm doin bad, so Im goin badHuh, and you never expected that from bradBut theres a lotta things pressin meAnd aint the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin meSo Im comin out winnin100,000 in the case now Im comin out grinninBut the shit didnt flow smoothThe security guard had to run and pulla hoe moveHe reached for his pistolThe 12 gauge went boom shoulda heard that mother*****er whistleHit him in his chestNow which one a you mother*****ers in here wanna die next?Nobody made a moveAnd I got away smoothAnd thats how it is niggaI spared a couple a lives, but Im still a born killa(chorus)
