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Rick Ross – Born to Kill Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Got a question, you afraid of death?
That’s the only question I got for you
Huh

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Choppers on the seat as I listen to Meek
Speakin’ less to niggas as bodies increase
See me on your set, better check your circumference
Might end up on your back and not bein’ responsive
I was forced to kill ’cause I want to live
And if you wanna buy a crib, they give you thirty years (Thirty years)
Me against the world, pistol in your clutch (In your clutch)
They like to call it freedom, it was never such (It was never such)
Niggas on the porch, weed in the blunts (In the blunts)
You go against the team, you ain’t seen in months (Seen in months)
Bitch nigga died, bitch niggas die (Niggas die)
Flowers on his grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Pocket full of money and I need the most
I tell ’bout what you are, you niggas’ needle’s low (Needle’s low)
Bitches know you broke just lookin’ at your hoes (At your hoes)
They need some newer purses than they shit they post (Shit they post)

[Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the mornin’, skip the cappuccino (Cappuccino)
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (For a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (Song you sing)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

[Interlude: Jeezy]
Let’s go, Snow

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I ain’t playin’ wit’ ’em, no way, no how (No how)
Got the .40 in my ‘Didas sweats right now (Boom)
I’m knockin’ everything down, bowl three strikes
Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights
Pray the Lord protect my soul, I’m just tryna make it (Make it)
Had to leave them niggas ‘lone, they was thinkin’ basic (Yeah)
So many hundreds in my pocket like some Hammer pants (Hammer pants)
Shit be funny ’til you ridin’ in that ambulance (Woo)
Say my name three times, I’m the Candy Man (Snow)
So many verts outside, call it Candy Land (Dope)
Pussy nigga turned to owls, they like, “Who nigga?” (Who nigga?)
Brought them bananas for the monkeys at the zoo, nigga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime, Snow)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Powers of position I’m addicted to
That’s what sweepin’ up the block just for a nickel do
I put down nickel rocks just in the nick of time
Now that S500 Benz just circle fifty times
Hundred shots, don’t make me put that .50 down *gunshot*
When that bitch go off, I bet it make a nigga proud
Walk up on you and he make a piggy sound
Then I’m back to the strip club to blow a bitch allowance
We know them niggas tellin’ but we hustle harder (Hustle harder)
I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr (Die a martyr)
You should die today but I’ma try tomorrow (Try tomorrow)
I always end a threat that’s followed by the flowers
I just got a phone call, that boy Bo Diddley home
I bet in thirty days that boy be fifty strong
Race to get a million just the way we think
Middle of the summer in a cheetah mink (Cheetah mink)

[Pre-Chorus: Rick Ross]
Kilo in the mornin’, skip the cappuccino (Cappuccino)
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino (Al Pacino)
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king (For a king)
So, the very day I die, this song you sing (Song you sing)

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky (Doves in the sky)
Rats in the sewer dance when I die (When I die)
Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry (When I cry)
I was born to kill, livin’ is a crime (Is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (Money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don’t make me peel it (Make me peel it)
Yayo in my blood, it’s like I need a rush (Need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (Need a flush)


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