born When born to kill Said I'm born Y'know I'm born Yeah I'm born When I'm born to kill Born to kill Born to kill Born to kill Born to kill Yes, that
Traduction: Outil. Born To Kill.
hand me We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring Roll the dice man we kill time gambling W-wintertime
only a pawn in their game. A South politician preaches to the poor white man, "You got more than the blacks, don't complain. You're better than them, you been born
time put juice in mine? Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed SLAUGHTERHOUSE [Verse 2: Crooked I] I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
m not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back and shake your body like a baby born addicted
Aim at toupee, You sweet as cool aid, Creme brulee, I'm sharp as blueray, I f-ck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Boucher I keep them tools
n-gga did it for the land For the grand with the money with the tool in my hand High life, give a f-ck about your stripes homey, Killer kill, kill a
about my shoes (boy!) And you don't want me to step out my shoes and step out my groove and let out my tools! The hammer kill--the hammer will make you
like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existance, M-E-
's stiff Nigga paralyzed from the neck down My goon stick niggas Turn soldiers to stick figures Hand on triggers Real life born killers We roll
trap was the ocean or the sea You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice Cause they knew Cap would kill
through the bad times [Wyclef] Children, imagine a world with no racism No, no homeless in Grand Central Station Boys and girls going to schools with no tools
not for baseball It's humor, the way ya'll makin' me laugh I'm like a, natural born hustler, gotta get that cash The way a natural born, freak, gotta
things'll never be the same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer
ya toupee, You sweet as Kool-Aid, Creme brulee, I'm sharp as Blueray, I fuck her today, Then she gotta skate, Young Lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools
do Really don't know what's happenin' Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back Rollin' out and our goal to go tripple platinum T's, killas from off
bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill