Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trained to Kill, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 10.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trained to Kill |
| You want me to die, but I’m alive |
| You won’t survive if you ain’t on my side |
| You don’t wanna war |
| I’m trained to kill |
| Dead him on sight |
| All black double R, get him on bike |
| You won’t hear my weapon on strike |
| I ain’t the get along type |
| These breddas want stripes, they better not set upon I |
| Show me a bit of respect, I’ll flip in a sec |
| God told me forgive and forget but I know this nigga’s address |
| If I type that in the sat nav |
| I’ll be there soon in a three-door hatchback |
| I’ve been doing this music ting for a minute now |
| This just seems like a flashback |
| But it’s so for real, you know deal, I road the steel |
| I ain’t going to go home with guilt cause |
| You want me to die, but I’m alive |
| You won’t survive if you ain’t on my side |
| You don’t wanna war |
| I’m trained to kill |
| Like I was in the army |
| Same regime since 18 |
| But I was in wars before that |
| No vest on, that’s what I call rawback |
| If you don’t know where the war’s at |
| Come outside, it’s right here on your doormat |
| Knock knock, who’s there? |
| Ghetts |
| Ghetts who? |
| Gets you |
| I gone mine, so where’s your strap? |
| I’m a serious guy, you’re Borat |
| If you’re sure that you’re bad |
| I store mash in a whore’s flat where the floor’s cracked |
| This poor lad couldn’t be more gassed |
| Never knew he would get smoked like a scorebag |
| Warned him once but he chose to ignore that |
| You want me to die, but I’m alive |
| You won’t survive if you ain’t on my side |
| You don’t wanna war |
| You want me to die, but I’m alive |
| You won’t survive if you ain’t on my side |
| You don’t wanna war |
| I’m trained to kill |
| It’s like they want me to die |
| Forcing my hand |
| Forcing a retaliation |
| I’m easy |
| But I will warn you |
| I’d just rather live life |
| Make music |
| Make dough |
| But man have got me on a next ting |
| Dead-dead him on sight |
| Winters get hot, if I see my man |
| In the internet shop, dead-dead him online |
| Shoot the boy, leave the computer moist |
| Clockwork, dead him on time |
| When shots burst 7 from 9 |
| I get pleasure from crime, forever on hype |
| Dead-dead-dead dead-dead-dead-dead-dead-dead him |
| Take it old school and b-b-behead him |
| Take him local and cave his whole chest in |
| Bruce Lee with the 1-inch punch |
| Not me but bullets might come in a bunch |
| Rats wanna back boy dem? |
| Rat poison come in a lunch |
| I might come through bunning a blunt |
| Chilled out, ready to kill now |
| You want me to die, but I’m alive |
| You won’t survive if you ain’t on my side |
| You don’t wanna war |
| I’m trained to kill |
| I’m trained to kill |
| I’m trained to kill (you want me to die) |
| I’m trained to kill (but I’m alive) |
| I’m trained to kill (you won’t survive if you ain’t on my side) |
| I’m trained to kill (you don’t wanna war) |
| I’m trained to kill |