Born 2 Kill Jazz Mix by M.O.P. Lyrics
[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
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