Born Gangsta
Boss Lyrics


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August 14th 1969
A ruthless child was born
To be a threat to the humankind
See, I′m that bitch that niggas read about
'Cause I won′t hesitate
To blow your motherfuckin' brains out
I was taught to kill that will
'Til your blood starts to spill
From your chest
And nothin′ was left
But your guts and flesh
Pourin′ all over the concrete
A trick bitch had beef
So I turned her ass into dead meat
Come on I got somethin'
For you though
And if your ass in the business
I′ll fuck around and black ball you ho
'Cause I can′t give a God damn
If the shoe fit weird
Being dogged out
Is better than being a dead ass bastard
Back to the bitch I had to lay out
I pumped 16 rounds to the chest
And watched her guts spill out
Then I tossed the body in the dumpster
With no mercy on that ho
'Cause I′m a motherfuckin' born gangsta

Only the first day born
And struck with the worst
Form of a devil's curse
A little they knew at birth
A fuckin′ lunatic was put on earth
Raised wild as a juvenile
Daydreamin′ of murder
Thoughts deep in the mind
Of one disturbed child
A little hard headed bitch
(--) kickin' it in the slums
Got a gat and learned how to shoot
A fuckin gun
An adolescent skippin′ school (--)
At a park
We teachin' lessons
Where the fuck is Mr. Weston?
And I′m down with bitches in black
(We're down to fuck up yo′)
You'll still catch a hole
In your fuckin' back
Ain′t got shit to prove
But one wrong move
You choose to lose
Be a friend of me
′Cause enemies catch the uz'
And peace in the hood
What the fuck is that?!
The city where I′m from
Is better known as a motherfuckin' ghet′
And I'm still full of anger




Survivin′ in Detroit
You've got to be a born gangsta

Overall Meaning

The song "Born Gangsta" by Boss tells the story of a woman who was born on August 14th, 1969, and has been destined to be a ruthless killer ever since. The lyrics depict her as a violent and brutal person who is not afraid to take someone's life if necessary. She was raised in the hood, and her environment made her crave violence and guns. As a child, she daydreamed about murder and had thoughts that disturbed her mind. As she grew older, she learned how to shoot a gun and killed anyone who crossed her. She even killed a woman who had beef with her and threw her body in the dumpster without mercy.


The lyrics of the song are an example of the hardcore gangsta rap genre, which emerged in the late 1980s and early 1990s. The genre was popularized by rappers such as N.W.A and Ice-T, who used their music to express their experiences of growing up in poverty and facing violence and racism. The song also reflects the prevalent theme of gang violence that existed in many urban areas during that time. It highlights the brutal realities of living in a place where street gangs were rampant, and violence was an everyday norm.


Line by Line Meaning

August 14th 1969
The artist's birthdate


A ruthless child was born
The artist was born with a cruel personality


To be a threat to the humankind
The artist is dangerous and poses a threat to society


See, I'm that bitch that niggas read about
The artist is well-known and feared


'Cause I won't hesitate to blow your motherfuckin' brains out
The artist is violent and quick to kill


I was taught to kill that will
The artist was raised to be a killer


'Til your blood starts to spill from your chest
The artist enjoys causing harm and bloodshed


And nothin' was left but your guts and flesh
The artist is willing to go to extreme measures to inflict harm


Pourin' all over the concrete
The artist is ruthless and doesn't care about the aftermath of their actions


A trick bitch had beef
The artist had a problem with someone


So I turned her ass into dead meat
The artist killed the person they had an issue with


Come on I got somethin' for you though
The artist is ready for any challenge or confrontation


And if your ass in the business I'll fuck around and black ball you ho
The artist will ruin the career of anyone who crosses them


'Cause I can't give a God damn
The artist doesn't care about the consequences of their actions


If the shoe fit weird
The artist doesn't care if things don't go as planned


Being dogged out is better than being a dead ass bastard
The artist would rather be disliked than dead


Back to the bitch I had to lay out
The artist goes back to talking about the person they killed earlier


I pumped 16 rounds to the chest
The artist shot the person multiple times in the chest


And watched her guts spill out
The artist enjoyed seeing the person suffer


Then I tossed the body in the dumpster
The artist disposed of the body without any remorse


With no mercy on that ho
The artist has no compassion for others


'Cause I'm a motherfuckin born gangsta
The artist is proud of their violent and ruthless personality


Only the first day born
The artist has been violent since birth


And struck with the worst form of a devil's curse
The artist's personality is influenced by evil


A little they knew at birth
People didn't know the artist would turn out to be violent


A fuckin' lunatic was put on earth
The artist is a madman and shouldn't exist on this earth


Raised wild as a juvenile
The artist was poorly raised and taught to be violent


Daydreamin' of murder
The artist constantly thinks about killing


Thoughts deep in the mind of one disturbed child
The artist is mentally disturbed and needs help


A little hard-headed bitch kickin' it in the slums
The artist grew up in a rough area and was stubborn


Got a gat and learned how to shoot a fuckin gun
The artist learned how to use a gun and is dangerous


An adolescent skippin' school
The artist didn't do well in school


At a park we teachin' lessons
The artist is teaching others how to be violent


Where the fuck is Mr. Weston?
The artist is disrespectful towards authority figures


And I'm down with bitches in black
The artist is associated with violent women


(We're down to fuck up yo') You'll still catch a hole in your fuckin' back
The artist's associates will kill you if necessary


Ain't got shit to prove
The artist doesn't feel the need to prove themselves


But one wrong move you choose to lose
The artist will not tolerate any disrespect


Be a friend of me
The artist wants loyal friends


'Cause enemies catch the uz'
The artist's enemies will be killed


And peace in the hood
There is no peace where the artist comes from


What the fuck is that?!
The artist is questioning the concept of peace


The city where I'm from
The artist is from a dangerous area


Is better known as a motherfuckin' ghet'
The artist is from the ghetto


And I'm still full of anger
The artist is still angry about their past


Survivin' in Detroit
The artist is from a dangerous city and has managed to survive


You've got to be a born gangsta
The artist believes that only those with a violent personality can survive in their environment




Writer(s): ian moore, l. laws, j. lewis

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