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letra de born 2 kill - cold 187um

[intro: violent j]
welcome to the legacy of cold 187
the first chapter of the ongoing saga that is the psychopathic assassin
this is the only solution

[verse 1: cold 187um]
this is a story that can only be told by me
a psychopathic assassin is what i was raised to be
some might say it’s in my dna
’cause i don’t give a f-ck about takin’ you out on any given day
it could be a holiday or your birthday
ain’t no feelings when i’m on a mission [?] i let it spray
you wanna take a journey with me?
you wanna take a ride on the dark side, then let it be
my boss is a k!ller, so what that make me?
a son of a bad motherf-cker that’ll pearly put you to sleep
see, i was taught to take the mark out fast
no questions asked, just do it clean and leavе no witnesses
groomed to havе no emotions, no matter what the mission is
’cause when you do, you can’t handle your business
i guess i am what i am, and that’s forever real
you can hate it or accept it, born to k!ll
[chorus]
no matter what you live for (life is murder)
everybody in life is (’bout the gain)
i was never told to (show emotion)
everybody gotta die (all the same)
i’ll hit you with the fourty-glock (pull the trigger)
the blood in my veins (frozen cold)
see, i was never told to (show emotion)
see, every motherf-cker can be ([?])

[verse 2: cold 187um]
i remember before i really learned my abc’s
i was on a mission with my pops when he was grindin’ in the streets
pretty soon, he laced me on, he gave me play
he was a gat that they’d call when you want the real problems to go away
him and my uncle known as the black swan
taught me the tricks of the trade and how to get paid
some days, i used to go on hits with ’em
you’d be surprised how they let they guards down when a kid’s with ’em
i hit my first mark when i was ten
after that, sh-t’s never been the same again
far as i know, everybody has a price on they head
sometimes. a motherf-cker better off dead
it’s like black swan told me
“when you’re numbers up, youngster, you shouldn’t die lonely”
and the game gets colder
i hit you with the thing-thing and knock the head off your shoulders, born to k!ll!
[chorus]
no matter what you live for (life is murder)
everybody in life is (’bout the gain)
i was never told to (show emotion)
everybody gotta die (all the same)
i’ll hit you with the fourty-glock (pull the trigger)
the blood in my veins (frozen cold)
see, i was never told to (show emotion)
see, every motherf-cker can be ([?])

[interlude: cold 187um]
see, you can find yourself on a f-ckin’ [?]
and it’ll be a real mindf-ck
well, you say “i don’t give a f-ck”

[verse 3: cold 187um]
when you’re born to k!ll, ain’t no value for life (born to k!ll!)
and when greed and envy set in, it can’t be nothin’ nice
pops and uncle swan made a score of they life
so much paper, they be set for life
or maybe twice or three times four
it happened when i was thirteen years old
kicked in the door, everybody on the floor
made it look like a robbery, everybody gotta go!
grab the cash, hit the highway fast
laid low, let a little time pass
that hit was for a few mill’
and y’all, look, this is when the story gets too ill
my pops and black swan, thick as thieves
but swan got greedy, wanted all the cheese
he felt he didn’t wanna share no more
shot my pops point-black, smashed out with the dough
born to k!ll (born to k!ll!), he should’ve shot me too
’cause i’m a young k!ller comin’ after you
born to k!ll (born to k!ll!), until you’re six feet deep
’til you die, motherf-cker, i won’t sleep
born to k!ll (born to k!ll!), you should’ve shot me down
’cause i won’t stop ’til you dead in the ground
born to k!ll (born to k!ll!), in my father’s name
i’ma c-ck the hammer back and blow out your brains
born to k!ll (born to k!ll!), i’ma have your head
black swan, you’re a motherf-cker better off dead
born to k!ll (born to k!ll!)
born to k!ll!
born to k!ll!
[skit: legz diamond, sugar slam, & violent j]
alright, alright, what do we got here?
male, black, murdered by fatal gunshot, seems to be an inside job
no signs of a break-in, and it’s real f-cked up
’cause there’s a lone thirteen-year-old kid in there who had apparently seen the whole thing, but he’s not talking
aw okay fine, finish investigating the scene and have a full report on my d-mn desk in the morning
what about the kid, chief?
i don’t know, he’s probably pretty f-cked up from what he saw
just leave him to the d-mn state, let him be their f-ckin’ problem
and now, the psychopathic assassin, present day…

- cold 187um

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