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Represent, show the deal
I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real
Cause were born to kill
Lil Fame
Here comes the Brownsville slugger, motherfker
I bust off shots at fools
To avoid these obstacles
I roll deep, me and my nigg* Llama
With about seven thats up in the clip to bring the drama
Homicide, take a ride in the hearse
Enemies out to hit me, but I'ma see em first
I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous
Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the surface
Gunshots let off! My instincts was to get him
Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff!
Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts
My four five turn to a blowtorch
It's still c*cked! I tried to get away safe
You that s**t was out of shells I still stuck it in my waist
Then my dirt, YEAH, Get murked, YEAH, murder was the case
That it hit heart beating like a nigg* on base
I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second
Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section
Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now
I meditate on flash backs of how it went down
It's kill or be killed, thats a true fact
There aint no telling when these are coming to bust open your back
It's ill, it's real, but still I feel
It's provoke murder nigg* I'm born to kill
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Billy Danze
Yo, it's the case of the state
Versus the great one seven one eight
Gun slinger from Brownsville
Where were born to kill
LaShonda
Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep
You said you was across the street laying with the heat
Billy Danze
What? That b*tch lying
Heres a I never heard of
I aint doing time for no mother fking murder
When Mr. Gonzalez stretched in the mud
I was home with the dog dome taking down whats up
Therefore I'm innocent!
LaShonda
Mad shells were split
Billy Danze
They ain't mine
I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine
This s**t is crazy
Would you please contact Lazy
Tell him I need an attorney
To ride with me on this mother fking journey
Now ten months later after being indicted
Third off of fifteen are clickin s**t so fk it I'ma fight it
Me and the TRU boy lay back after D.A. spoke
Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke
Stepped over the judges crown
Stepped on the D.A.s ground
Looked at the snitch with a frown
Went to the jury and got down
Seventy-two hours later Creeping on some playing no more s**t
Toting the same glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off wit
As I...
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