Chorus: repeat 2x



Represent, show niggaz the deal

I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real

Cause niggaz were born to kill



[lil fame]

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 thats up in 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 its purpose general moved him off the surface

Gunshots let off! my instincts was to get him

Make sure i hit him, then break north, shonuff!

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

You that shit was out of shells i still stuck it in my waist

Then my dirt, yeah, get murked, yeah, murder was the case

That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base

I found a spot, chilled, parleyed 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 flash backs of how it went down

It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact

There aint no telling when these niggaz 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 - 4x



[billy danze]

Yo, it's the case of the state

Versus the great one seven one eight

Gun slinger from brownsville

Where niggaz were born to kill



[lashonda]

Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep

You said you was across the street laying with the heat



[billy danze]

What? that bitch lying

Heres a cocksucker i never heard of

I aint doing time for no mother fucking murder

When mr. gonzalez stretched in the mud

I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up

Therefore i'm innocent!



[lashonda]

Mad shells were split



[billy danze]

They ain't mine

I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine

This shit is crazy

Would you please contact lazy

Tell him i need an attorney

To ride with me on this mother fucking 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 tru boy lay back after d.a. spoke

Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke

Stepped over the judges crown

Stepped on the d.a.s ground

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 wit

As i...



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