Born 2 Kill - Cold 187um

Welcome to the legacy of Cold 187

The first chapter of the ongoing saga that is The Psychopathic Assassin

This is the only solution

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 fuck about taking you out on any given day

It could be a holiday or your birthday

Ain’t no feelings when I’m on a mission it’s business I let it spray

You wanna take a journey wit me?

You wanna take a ride on the darkside?

Then let it be

My posses are killers so what that make me?

A son of a bad motherfucker that’ll purely put you to sleep

See I was told to take the mark out fast

No questions asked, Just do it clean and leave no witnesses

Grew up to have 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 kill

No matter what you live fo', Life is murder, Everybody in life is, Bout the gain

I was never taught to, Show emotion, Everybody gotta die, All the same

I hit you wit the 40 glock, Pull the trigger, Cold blood in my veins,

Frozen cold

See I was never taught to, Show emotion, See every motherfucker can be bought

and sold

I remember before I really learned my ABC’s

I was on a mission wit my pops when he was grinding in the streets

Pretty soon he laced me on the game he play

He was a cat that they call on when you want the real problems to go away

Him and my uncle Mo-Naz The Black Swan taught me the tricks of the trade

And how to get paid

Some days, I used to go on hits wit em

You’d be surprised how they let they guards down when a kid’s wit em

I hit my first mark when I was 10

After that shit, I ain’t been the same again

Ohhh far as I know, Everybody got a price on they head

Sometimes a motherfucker better off dead

It’s like Black Swan told me

When your number is up youngsta you’re sure to die lonely

And the game gets colder

I hit you wit the thang thang and knock ya head off your shoulders

Born to kill

When you born to kill, Ain’t no value for life

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’ll be set for life

Or maybe twice or three times fold

It happened when I was 13 years old

Kicked in the do', Everybody on the flo'

Made it look like a robbery, Everybody gotta go

Grabbed the cash hit the highway fast

Lay low, Let a little time pass

That hit was for a few mil

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 mo'

Shot my pops point blank, Smashed out wit the dough

Born to kill He should’ve shot me too

Cause I’m a young killer comin after you

Born to kill Until ya six feet deep

Til ya die motherfucker, I won’t sleep

Born to kill You should’ve shot me down

Cause I won’t stop til you dead in the ground

Born to kill In my father’s name

I’ma cock the hammer back and blow out ya brains

Born to kill I’ma have yo head

Black Swan you a motherfucker better off dead

Born to kill Born to kill

Born to kill, Born to kill, Born to kill, Born to kill

Alright, Alright what do we got here?

Male, Black, Murder by fatal gunshot

It seems to be an inside job

No signs of a break-in

And it’s real fucked up cause we got a lone 13 year old kid in there

Who apparently seen the whole thing but he’s not talking

Ah ok fine!

Finish investigating the scene, Have a full report on my damn desk in the

morning

What about the kid Chief?

I don’t know he’s probably pretty fucked up from what he saw

Just leave him to the damn state let him be their fucking problem

And now, The Psychopathic Assassin

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