Born Killer

[Verse 1: Scarface] I'm a born killer, you're face to face with Scarface You tried to ice an ace, but that's a motherfucking waste You snoozed, fucked up, G And your momma shoulda warned you bout a nigga like me Cause I don't eat and I don't sleep Save that motherfucking flack, cause talk is cheap And uh, since you got beef Lets take it to the streets and I'm a bring it to your ass, chief I'm coming from the heart son And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some Now which one a you hoes wanna jump If you got static, then get it off your chest punk Cause I ain't barring none If you're feeling lucky then go ahead and getcha some I ain't with this fucked shit If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch Cause I'm about to square it off Hit your ass in the chest with the Tec and try to tear it off Send you back to mommy, in some plastic And have the bitch out hunting for a casket I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla I'm a born killer [Hook][2x] I'mma born killer Born Killer "Don't fuck with me" [Verse 2: Scarface] My momma did her part But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart In other words I'm heartless, dude I don't love me, how the fuck I'mma love you? That's right, you guessed it I'm legally insane, marked manic depressive I'm taking all types of medication To keep me out the mood of premeditating Yo, the longer I'm alone it's worse I'm having thoughts of killing me, but I'm killing you first My psychiatrist talks but I don't listen A victim of society fucked by the system My whole life's been a see saw I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow Right now I'm even more upset Some shit done happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget You think I'd let it die, but I ain't It ain't because I want to, its because I can't I'mma getcha but I ain't going into it Cause ain't nothing to it but to do it See it ain't no sweat to me Cause in the first place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me I'm not your average dealer I'm a born killer [Hook] [Verse 3: Scarface] Now I'm living where I can cause I'm homeless Can't make important calls cause I'm phoneless I ain't eating, I'm starving duke I can't go to momma's house cause momma's starving too Better grab that 12 gauge Cause that's the only way a nigga's gonna get paid I'm on my way to my old bank They know me real good and they don't think that I'd gank Had my gun in my trenchcoat Now getcha ass on the floor And don't think about pushing that panic switch I'm getting paid and you're getting killed bitch Take notes to the message I gave ya Ya dying ho, and can't nothing save ya I'm doing bad, so I'm going bad Huh, and you never expected that from Brad But there's a lot of things pressing me And I ain't the nigga to let a mortician be dressing me So I'm coming out winning A hundred thousand in the case now I'm coming out grinning But the shit didn't flow smooth The security guard had to run and pull a ho move He reached for his pistol The 12 gauge went "BOOM" should've heard that motherfucker whistle Hit him in his chest Now which one of you motherfuckers in here wanna die next? Nobody made a move And I got away smooth And that's how it is, nigga I spared a couple of lives, but I'm still a born killer [Hook]