Born 2 Kill

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Cold 187um - Rap

Born 2 Kill

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[Intro: Violent J] Welcome to the legacy of Cold 187 The first chapter of the ongoing saga that is The Psychopathic Assassin This is The Only Solution [Verse 1: Cold 187um] This is a story that can only be told by me A psychopathic assassin is what I was raised to be Some might say it's in my DNA 'Cause I don't give a fuck about takin' you out on any given day It could be a holiday or your birthday Ain't no feelings when I'm on a mission, it's business, I let it spray You wanna take a journey with me? You wanna take a ride on the dark side, then let it be My boss is a killer, so what that make me? A son of a bad motherfucker that'll pearly put you to sleep See, I was taught to take the mark out fast No questions asked, just do it clean and lеave no witnesses Groomеd to have no emotions, no matter what the mission is 'Cause when you do, you can't handle your business I guess I am what I am, and that's forever real You can hate it or accept it, born to kill [Chorus] No matter what you live for (Life is murder) Everybody in life is ('Bout the gain) I was never told to (Show emotion) Everybody gotta die (All the same) I'll hit you with the fourty-Glock (Pull the trigger) The blood in my veins (Frozen cold) See, I was never told to (Show emotion) See, every motherfucker can be ([?]) [Verse 2: Cold 187um] I remember before I really learned my ABC's I was on a mission with my pops when he was grindin' in the streets Pretty soon, he laced me on, he gave me play He was a gat that they'd call when you want the real problems to go away Him and my uncle known as The Black Swan Taught me the tricks of the trade and how to get paid Some days, I used to go on hits with 'em You'd be surprised how they let they guards down when a kid's with 'em I hit my first mark when I was ten After that, shit's never been the same again Far as I know, everybody has a price on they head Sometimes. a motherfucker better off dead It's like Black Swan told me "When you're numbers up, youngster, you shouldn't die lonely" And the game gets colder I hit you with the thing-thing and knock the head off your shoulders, born to kill! [Chorus] No matter what you live for (Life is murder) Everybody in life is ('Bout the gain) I was never told to (Show emotion) Everybody gotta die (All the same) I'll hit you with the fourty-Glock (Pull the trigger) The blood in my veins (Frozen cold) See, I was never told to (Show emotion) See, every motherfucker can be ([?]) [Interlude: Cold 187um] See, you can find yourself in a fucked up situation And it'll be a real mindfuck Well, you say "I don't give a fuck" [Verse 3: Cold 187um] When you're born to kill, ain't no value for life (Born to kill!) And when greed and envy set in, it can't be nothin' nice Pops and Uncle Swan made a score of they life (Born to kill!) So much paper, they be set for life Or maybe twice or three times four It happened when I was thirteen years old Kicked in the door, everybody on the floor Made it look like a robbery, everybody gotta go! Grab the cash, hit the highway fast Laid low, let a little time pass That hit was for a few mill' And y'all, look, this is when the story gets too ill My pops and Black Swan, thick as thieves But Swan got greedy, wanted all the cheese He felt he didn't wanna share no more Shot my pops point-black, smashed out with the dough Born to kill (Born to kill!), he should've shot me too 'Cause I'm a young killer comin' after you Born to kill (Born to kill!), until you're six feet deep 'Til you die, motherfucker, I won't sleep Born to kill (Born to kill!), you should've shot me down 'Cause I won't stop 'til you dead in the ground Born to kill (Born to kill!), in my father's name I'ma cock the hammer back and blow out your brains Born to kill (Born to kill!), I'ma have your head Black Swan, you're a motherfucker better off dead Born to kill (Born to kill!) Born to kill! Born to kill! [Skit: Legz Diamond, Sugar Slam, & Violent J] Alright, alright, what do we got here? Male, black, murdered by fatal gunshot, seems to be an inside job No signs of a break-in, and it's real fucked up 'Cause there's a lone thirteen-year-old kid in there who had apparently seen the whole thing, but he's not talking Aw okay fine, finish investigating the scene and have a full report on my damn desk in the morning What about the kid, chief? I don't know, he's probably pretty fucked up from what he saw Just leave him to the damn state, let him be their fuckin' problem And now, the Psychopathic Assassin, present day...

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  • Cold 187um