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
Übersetzung: Tool. Geboren To Kill.
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
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 out
Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas) Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas) J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas) Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real
My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant Chorus One: all Feel the sting of a killa
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-T Ain't no use for
chaa) Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa) I got more bottles, than new born
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
Yo Busta)...I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
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 shake
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 spend
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
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
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
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
