Born Sinners

Lyrics

[Intro] OG Scarface in this 5-30 Meh Outlaw for life Yeah Let's go! [Verse 1: Scarface]: Geto Boy from the start, I'll be man when I finished Ask a question if you really wanna an answer my nigga Game sold not told, so we sell it in rhyme It's an everyday struggle in this thing called grime Damn shame life expectancy for young black males Is twenty-one, by seventeen they have em in jail Facin' life for some murders he ain't even commit But the court-appointed fucked him, so they givin' him this Mamma cryin' but it's all done, she loosin' her son It's a black thing, these white boys is havin' they fun Playing God with your freedom look at how the did Lun I left it back a Harris county, he was fightin' him one And Mario took the fire out he just waited on chain They done passin' out them 40's, niggas think its a game And the first thing we say is we gon' take it to trial And these judges got the nerve to look at niggas and smile And the cops steady crushin' us, settin' us up Dope case after dope case, fuckin' us up Kids grow without father, prolly visit the jail Until his baby mama find another nigga she feel Playin' chess pass the time, tryin' think of a rhyme Young celly on his bunk, tryin' to keep him from cryin' Born sinners, God forgive us, we don't know what we do I'm just an Outlaw, a lost cause callin' on you Cause I'm a sinner [Chorus]: Bread winners, Born Sinners Only God can judge us, will he forgive us? For all the traffickin', blastin' in a crime scene The game dirty, ain't no comin' out clean Watch the signs Getcha yours while you watchin' mine Outlawz built the last, this was by design Yeah You better rise when it's time to rise Better step up to the plate when its time to shine [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal ]: I ain't got time for your chest on a rhyme In the streets while your baby mama fucking for a dime nigga Every fuckin' line nigga rhymin' 'bout a crime But you know this nigga lyin' cause he ain't never did no time Sinner... I get it on like I get I on Big dick nigga, your girl face I'ma sit it on And if this nigga don't stop frontin' like he get 'em gone I make a phone call and I get`em gone These niggas be comin' so different I know it I roll me a fat one, I listen, I blow it I roll me another one and take a seat These niggas is nothin' they bluffin' on beats They rappin' bout nothin' important and frontin' on my history so they nothin' to me And I bang on'em And I'ma bang 'til I hear em cryin' Two guns up, west coast, somebody here been lyin' Brick city shit nigga, after hours blackbox The new 63 doors open like a matchbox Eh [Chorus]: [Verse 3: Young Noble]: Outlawz and the Facemob, grindin' is my day job We used to stash dimes inside a tennis ball Slid it open, toss it in the grass, till the narcs pass 5-13 white Mike usually hit the ave Cop it all from me, we kept it raw and chunky Stepped on, you dead wrong thinkin' you can fuck with me I know they wanna get me, but I ain't hard to find H-town to dirty Jerz with a dirty nine You better watch the signs, do what the song say When you gettin' paid, every day is a long day Folk in the road, goin' right might be the wrong way Struggle is the same from raw way to Norway London to Germany, France out to Paris The theme of the hood, so this music is a marriage (let's go) Ghetto bastard, way above average (yeah) Outlaw till they coverin' casket [Verse 4: E.D.I. Mean]: Life is short and you only got A limited time to make it pop Got to be on the court to take a shot Gotta be in the game to get hot Never know when might be your turn Don't listen now you won't learn Think you know where you goin' but you headed for trouble Now I'ma tell you the truth, you better swerve Look out, temptation around every corner I'm a survivor, I'm stronger Sippin' a honey Jack, blowin' on marijuana Still I'm so focused, the finish line is closer Closer to my dreams I can see it please believe Hard work and dedication like the Money Team No shorts, no losses, whole click bosses Born sinner, turned winner y'all can witness Big bidness, eight figures, Made Niggas in this Spendin' this money cause we damn sure can't take it wit us (no) Late night, high life, will the Lord forgive us? (huh) Spendin' this money cause we damn sure can't take it wit us Late night, high life, will the Lord forgive us? [Chorus]: