the doors Come on, you're rising, you're trying, You're growing, you die Born to die Come in this game with the hardcore The most hostile Born to die
Traduction: Black Bomb A. Born To Die.
Wouldn't wanna be ya It's me they cannot battle Yes I'm a mothership and you a boat without no paddle Yes I am what they after I'm a natural born disaster
im in the zone My simcards a bomb They blowing up my phone Kicks Hong Kong Bape in a garment The face of hip-hop My DC audience And you niggas will acknowledge this Born
But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son! Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof! Shoot a
then I pull her to the bottom Twist nothin up like a condom Slap it if u muthafuckas got a problem When I see em You hoes endin up in a fuckin mausoleum Or hiden in the trunk of a black
you carry your son Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun Got a reputation for havin
you're son call you house and hang up on you for not givin' me none born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun got a reputation for havin' niggas
I think not, I send a letter to my friends A born again, hooligan only to be king again Chorus Verse Two: Lauryn Hill yo, I play my enemies like a
life savings up in Las Vegas I'm a heavy better, I'm a heavy seller Keep white in the office, call it Jerry Heller Lettin' off a hundred rounds, let the
between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream
ya like you a swiffer as a gifter, one blood! [Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin, and I don't gotta give a reason Chamillionaire a
a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream team Them