| You tried to ice an X, but thats 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 | 
| Lets take it to the streets and I’mma bring it to your ass G | 
| I’m commin 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 tech and try to tear it off | 
| Send you back to mommy, its a plastic | 
| And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket | 
| I’m on the for realla tilla my nilla | 
| I’m a born killa | 
| I’ma born killa | 
| Born | 
| Killa | 
| Don’t fuck with me My momma did her part | 
| But it ain’t her fault that I was born with out a heart | 
| In other words I’m heartless dude | 
| I don’t love me, how the fuck I’mma love you? | 
| Thats 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, its because I can’t | 
| I’mma 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’mma born killa | 
| Now I’m livin where I can cause I’m homeless | 
| Can’t make point calls cause I’m phoneless | 
| I ain’t, I’m starvin duke | 
| I can’t go to mommas house cause mommas starvin too | 
| Better grab that 12 gauge | 
| Cause thats 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 trenchcoat | 
| 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 theres a lotta things pressin me And ain’t the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin me So I’m comin out winnin | 
| 100,000 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 12 gauge went BOOM 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 thats how it is nigga | 
| I spared a couple a lives, but I’m still a born killa |