i'm a born killer   your face to face with scarface   you try to isolate but that's a muthafuckin waste   your school's fucked up g   and your momma shoulda warned ya bout a nigga like me   cause i don't eat and i don't sleep   save that muthafuckin flack cause talk is cheap   better, since ya got beef, let's take it to the streets and i'm a bring it to yo ass g   i'm comin from the heart son   and i don't take no shit, but i'm about to start some   which one of you hos wanna jump?   if ya got static, then get it off yo chest punk   cause i ain't barrin none   if you're feelin lucky, then go ahead, get you some   i ain't with this fuck shit   if you're waitin to trick than get your ass in your truck bitch   cause i'm about to square it off   hit your ass in the chest with a tec and try to tear it off   send you back to mommy in some plastic   and have the bitch out huntin for a casket   i'm all the for real Atilla my milla   i'm a born killa      killa, born killa, don't fuck with me.      my momma did her part    but it ain't her fault i was born without a heart   in other words i'm heartless dude   i don't love me, how the fuck am i gonna love you?   that's right, you guessed it   i'm legally sane, marked manic depressive   i'm takin all types of medications   to keep me off the mood of premeditatin   yo, the longer i'm alone it's worse   i'm havin thoughts of killing me, but i'm killin you first   my psychiatrist talks but i don't listen   a victim of society, fucked by the system   my whole life's been a seesaw   i'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow   right now i'm even more upset    some shit done happen 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 cause i don't want to, it's because i cain't   imma getcha but i ain't goin in to it   cause ain't nothing to it but to do it   see it ain't no sweat to me   cause in the first place you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me   i'm not your average dealer   i'm a born killa      i'm a born killa, don't fuck with me      now i'm livin where i can cause i'm homeless   can't make important calls cause i'm phoneless   i ain't eatin i'm starvin dude   i can't go to mama's house, cause mama's starvin too   better grab that twelve gauge   cause that's the only way a nigga's 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 get yo ass on the floor!   and don't think bout pushin that panic switch!   i'm gettin paid, and you're gettin killed bitch   take notes to the lessons i gave ya   you're dyin ho, and can't nothin save ya   i'm doin bad so i'm goin bad   and you never respected that from Brad    but there's a lot things that's pressin me   and i ain't that nigga to let a mortredresser be dressin me."   so i'm comin out wit it   a hundred thousand in the case and i'm comin out grinnin   but the shit didn't flow smooth   cause security guards had to run and pull a ho move   he reached for his pistol   the ten gauge went (boom), i heard that muthafucka whistle   hit em in his chest   "now which one of you muthafuckas in here wanna die next?"   nobody made a move   and i got away smooth   and that's how it is nigga   i spent a couple nights but i'm still a born killa      i'm a born killa, don't fuck with me