Kill
C.O.M.B.i. Lyrics

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featuring LaShonda

Chorus: repeat 2X

Represent show niggaz the deal

I'm packing my blue steel keeping it real

Cause niggaz were born to kill

[Lil Fame]

Here comes the Brownsville slugger motherfucker

I bust off shots at fools

To avoid these obstacles

I roll deep me and my nigga Llama

With about seven niggas that's 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 cocked! I tried to get away safe

You that shit 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 nigga 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, that's a true fact

There ain't no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back

It's ill, it's real, but still I feel

It's provoke murder nigga I'm born to kill

Chorus - 4x

[Billy Danze]

Yo, it's the case of the state

Versus the great one seven one eight

Gun slinger from Brownsville

Where niggaz 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 bitch lying

here's a cocksucker I never heard of

I ain't doing time for no mother fucking murder

When Mr. Gonzalez stretched in the mud

I was home with the dog dome taking down what's 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 shit is crazy

Would you please contact Lazy

Tell him I need an attorney

To ride with me on this mother fucking journey

Now ten months later after being indicted

Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck 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 shit

Toting the same glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off wit

As I...

Chorus - 4x

Overall Meaning

The song "Kill" by C.O.M.B.i. featuring LaShonda is a portrayal of the violence and mentality of Brownsville, a neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York City. The chorus of the song repeats, "Represent, show niggaz the deal, I'm packing my blue steel, keeping it real, 'cause niggaz were born to kill." It highlights the fierce mindset and reality of the streets where violence is seen as a means of survival.

In the first verse, Lil Fame talks about the struggle of maintaining his life while also being ready to defend himself against his enemies. He asserts that he is always alert and prepared for any situation where harm might come his way. He recalls an instance where someone was out to get him, and he had to act fast to protect himself. He goes on to talk about the consequences of taking someone's life, and how the fear of being caught and punished can leave one feeling nervous and uneasy.

In the second verse, Billy Danze talks about a legal case where he is accused of murder. He denies the charges and claims innocence, saying that he wasn't even present at the crime scene. As he fights for his freedom, he remembers the moments leading up to the incident, and how he was with his dog at home. He claims that he is not responsible for the shells found at the scene of the crime and insists that he is being framed.

Overall, "Kill" portrays the harsh reality of living in Brownsville and the struggle to survive amidst violence and danger. It is a reflection of the fears and consequences that come with the lifestyle.

Line by Line Meaning

Represent show niggaz the deal
I want to show other people what I'm made of and what I'm capable of doing.

I'm packing my blue steel keeping it real
I carry a gun because it's real and it's what I need to do to survive in this world.

Cause niggaz were born to kill
It's believed that some people are just born with a natural inclination towards violence and killing.

Here comes the Brownsville slugger motherfucker
I'm a tough guy from Brownsville, don't mess with me.

I bust off shots at fools to avoid these obstacles
I shoot people to stop them from causing trouble and to get past obstacles that stand in my way.

I roll deep me and my nigga Llama
I usually travel with my friend Llama and a group of other guys to keep myself safe.

With about seven niggas that's up in the clip to bring the drama
I've got backup with me in case things get heated and there's trouble.

Homicide take a ride in the hearse
I'm ready to kill if necessary, and I'm not afraid to bury people if I have to.

Enemies out to hit me but I'ma see em first
People are out to get me, but I have the advantage because I'm one step ahead of them.

I'm ready, steady, and deadly but yet nervous
I'm always on guard and ready to fight, but I'm also nervous and don't want to get hurt myself.

Let my words a serve its purpose general moved him off the surface
My words and actions are powerful enough to take someone down and knock them out.

Gunshots let off! My instincts was to get him
I heard gunshots and knew I had to take action immediately to protect myself and take out whoever was shooting.

Make sure I hit him, then break North, shonuff!
I aimed carefully and made sure to take out my target, then quickly left the area to avoid getting caught.

Holding down my fort, taking no shorts of no sorts
I'm protecting my territory and won't hesitate to fight off anyone who tries to mess with me.

My four five turn to a blowtorch
My gun is like a weapon that can ignite and explode with deadly force.

It's still cocked! I tried to get away safe
My gun is always at the ready and I'm always trying to stay safe and avoid trouble.

You that shit was out of shells I still stuck it in my waist
Even though I ran out of ammunition, I still kept my gun with me for protection.

Then my dirt, YEAH, Get murked, YEAH, murder was the case
I'm not afraid to kill if I need to, and sometimes murder is the only option.

That it hit heart beating like a nigga on base
I'm always on edge and my heart is pounding because I'm constantly in danger.

I found a spot, chilled, parleyed for a second
After a hectic situation, I found a safe place and took a moment to calm down.

Fixed my weapon, then headed back to my section
After reloading my gun, I went back to the area where I felt safe and protected.

Now I'm back home smoking and drinking I'm bent now
After a stressful situation, I try to relax and forget about what happened by smoking and drinking.

It's kill or be killed, that's a true fact
The world is a dangerous place and it's either kill or be killed, there's no other option.

There ain't no telling when these niggaz are coming to bust open your back
You never know when someone might ambush you and put you in serious danger.

It's ill, it's real, but still I feel
Even though the violence and killing is a harsh reality, it's still something that I feel is necessary.

It's provoke murder nigga I'm born to kill
The violence and killings that I'm involved in are just a natural part of who I am as a person.

Yo, it's the case of the state versus the great one seven one eight
I'm in trouble with the law and I'm facing serious consequences for my actions.

Gun slinger from Brownsville where niggaz were born to kill
I come from a violent area where it's common for people to carry and use guns.

Yo, some chick think she saw you jump up out the jeep
Someone claims to have seen you involved in something suspicious.

You said you was across the street laying with the heat
You claim to have been somewhere else with your gun at the time.

What? That bitch lying here's a cocksucker I never heard of
I don't believe this person and I think they're just trying to cause trouble for me.

I ain't doing time for no mother fucking murder
I refuse to go to jail for a crime that I didn't commit.

When Mr. Gonzalez stretched in the mud
When someone was killed, I wasn't there and had nothing to do with it.

I was home with the dog dome taking down what's up
I was at home minding my own business and not involved in any wrongdoing.

Mad shells were split
There were a lot of gunshots fired and it was a chaotic scene.

They ain't mine
I had nothing to do with the shots fired and the damage that was caused.

I do damage with an imp, you found shells from a nine
I don't use that kind of gun and the bullets found don't match my style.

This shit is crazy would you please contact Lazy
These accusations are ridiculous and I need to talk to my lawyer.

Tell him I need an attorney to ride with me on this mother fucking journey
I need my lawyer to help me fight these charges and prove my innocence.

Now ten months later after being indicted
After being accused of a crime, it's been almost a year since the situation started.

Third off of fifteen are clickin shit so fuck it I'ma fight it
There's only a few charges left, so I'm going to fight them rather than give in.

Me and the TRU boy lay back after D.A. spoke
After the prosecutor spoke, me and my friend laid back to discuss our options.

Cross examination, first thing jumped up and broke no joke
When I was cross examined, I was quick to defend myself and prove that I'm innocent.

Seventy-two hours later Creeping on some playing no more shit
After putting up a fight, I'm no longer going to tolerate anyone trying to accuse me of something I didn't do.

Toting the same glock Mr. Gonzalez got knocked off wit
I'm carrying the same type of gun that was used in the murder I was accused of, but I had nothing to do with it.

Chorus - 4x
The chorus repeats four times throughout the song, emphasizing the message that violence and killing are a harsh reality.

Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: E. MURRY, J. BURKS, J. GRINNAGE

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