Lyrical Breakdown of Born to Kill (feat. Jeezy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Born to Kill (feat. Jeezy)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross feat. Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Born to Kill (feat. Jeezy)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Rick Ross feat. Jeezy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(That's the only question I got for you)

Huh, flowers on my grave, doves in the sky

Rats in the sewer dance when I die

Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry

I was born to kill, livin' is a crime

Nikes in the box until the money fill it

Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it

Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush

Head all in your system, pussies need a flush

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 being responsive

I was forced to kill 'cause I want to live

And if you wanna buy a crib they give you thirty years

Me against the world, pistol in your clutch

They like to call it freedom, is was never such

Niggas on the porch, weed in the blunts

You go against the team, you ain't seen in months

Bitch nigga died, bitch niggas die

Flowers on his grave, doves in the sky

Pockets full of money and I need the most

I tell 'bout what you are, you niggas needle's low

Bitches know you broke just lookin' at your hoes

They need some newer purses in the shit they post

Kilo in the mornin', skip the cappuccino

Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino

Flowers for a king, flowers for a king

So, the very day I die, this song you sing

Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky

Rats in the sewer dance when I die

Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry

I was born to kill, livin' is a crime

Nikes in the box until the money fill it

Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it

Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush

Head all in your system, pussies need a flush

(Let's go, Snow)

I ain't playin' wit' 'em, no way, no how

Got the 40 in my 'didas sweats right now, boom

I'm knockin' everythin' down, bowl three strikes

Had to count up all the paper, took me three nights

Pray the Lord protect my soul, I'm just tryin' to make it

Had to leave them niggas 'lone, they was thinkin' basic

So many hunnids in my pocket like some Hammer pants

Shit be funny till you ridin' in that ambulance

Say my name three times, I'm the Candy Man

So many birds outside call it Candy Land

Pussy nigga turned to owls, they like "Who, nigga?"

Brought them bananas for the monkeys at the zoo, nigga

Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky

Rats in the sewer dance when I die

Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry

I was born to kill, livin' is a crime

Nikes in the box until the money fill it

Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it

Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush

Head all in your system, pussies need a flush

Powers of position I'm addicted to

That's what sweepin' up the block just for a nick will do

I put down nickel rocks just in the nick of time

Now that S500 Benz just circle fifty times

Hunnid shots, don't make me put that 50 down

But 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

I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr

You should die today but I'ma 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

Kilo in the mornin', skip the cappuccino

Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino

Flowers for a king, flowers for a king

So, the very day I die, this song you sing

Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky

Rats in the sewer dance when I die

Champagne in the shower, toast when I cry

I was born to kill, livin' is a crime

Nikes in the box until the money fill it

Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it

Yayo in my blood, it's like I need a rush

Head all in your system, pussies need a flush