Born 2 Live by POETIK Lyrics
[Intro: Slip of the Tongue]
So then, Trey, some of these motherfuckers need to be nutted in the eye and shit, man, give them a baby shower
If they ain't offended yet, they'll just stick around and it'll happen sooner or later—
[Verse 1: POETIK]
Now as I'm rollin' through the ville, I be ridin' slow
Bumpin' hip-hop, the remedy that ease the soul
I got that ill flow, might just roll and smoke the blaze
Been out the game, now I'm back with my ghetto ways
Celebrate, pop liquor with me, don't stop
Fuck a crooked cop, tell 'em, "Trey-bone shook the spot"
Play a little [?] like [?], did I rock it?
Can't stop it, smokin' mary out the socket
I'm prone to these ghetto tropics, see, this is home
I done came up here but Poet don't need a throne
I'm a king in my own time, already know
Set the tone, I be reppin' Samoa like no other
Apia to the death, word to your mother and your auntie
Rollin' through the ville is where you find me
Gets busy on the track, [?] fat but left dizzy if I spit
Gangsta, they just can't fuck with me
You now listenin' to an Apia vet
Stay low but never stay old, I'm way too fresh
Now, where you from, uso? Rep your set
I'm 6-eighty-5 for life till there's no life left, I'm just—
[Chorus: POETIK]
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
Poet never snitchin', never trust bitches
I'm always doin' my thing
Don't get it twisted, handle my business
6-eighty-5, I bang
[Verse 2: POETIK]
And I claims it well
Makin' profits like I aimed a cell
Competition, we split it up 'cause I rip it up
Barely sip it up, we [?] back, all out
When I'm with my niggas, man, we go all out
Pass the fat cap, I'm way too vandalous
You might get hit with my front [?] jandal kicks
I'm flamed up so you know what's good
But still my crippin' 'cause I'm rollin' with me straight [?], ah
Pump your fists, I'm Trey the analyst
Resurrect the funk like Christ brought back Lazarus
I'm Cool J, man, I'm in too deep
Mess around with the tools, plain runnin' the streets
Who's the flyest, I shoots them down
You disrespect my town and you get death with bound
I live the fast life, homie, gangsta shit
I'm on my gangsta book with my gangsta bitch, yo
[Verse 3: Slip of the Tongue]
They hoes and tricks, only time I acknowledge 'em when I got straps
Yo, hold this, you say you rock solid, that cause erosion
Now woes and [?] as far as bank go
Poetik's the officer, I'm the motherfuckin' ghettoman
[Chorus: POETIK]
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
[Verse 4: Slip of the Tongue]
I'm always talkin' 'bout my dick game
But not this time when I say I'm headstrong
My block is coloured gold and if you colourblind, you dead wrong
You gone, don't G's think you cool but you ain't fool me
[?] a scooby with a tooly and we'll see who's truly goony
Yo, [?] gets down
You can have sex on a carousel and still don't wanna fuck around
Get beat down with Dogg Pound playin' in the background
Take off that [?] 'cause you ain't doin' [?] now
You need some real talk? Ask a pro
I use machine gun smoke instead of smoke machines at my shows
Set the shit out, rappers [?] but that's standard though
Gang races get pushed deep around and [?] as I step through the door
Now some of these [?] is so deceptive
They need some gangsta [?] injected into they [?]
I gets busy, [?] like shitty foster homes
Your girl wanna taste [?], I [?], "Gimme some dome"
And the can't get the [?], duckin' 'cause I fire at will
In spite of kill, [?], fire for bills
Like them Cosby claims of [?] off flames
And when I'm on the microphone, dude, yo, I settle flames
Who runs game? Straight knuckleheads ain't fuckin' with feds
Get buckled instead, let it be said with my [?] all red
I plan for whole side of town, you busters are [?]
I'm so gangsta, I do wheelies on a god damn unicycle
[Chorus: POETIK]
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
[Outro: Slip of the Tongue & POETIK]
Some of these weekend thugs in this [?] up
24/7 with this
Never mind these motherfuckers, we just do what the fuck we do, you know?
Let 'em know where the fuck we from, straight up, stay connected
H-Town to Apia City
V's up in this bitch
Fuckin' shitty district up in this bitch
Fuckin' Alcoholics Anonymous in this bitch
Fuckin' dodgin' big corporates and finance and all that shit up in this bitch—
So then, Trey, some of these motherfuckers need to be nutted in the eye and shit, man, give them a baby shower
If they ain't offended yet, they'll just stick around and it'll happen sooner or later—
[Verse 1: POETIK]
Now as I'm rollin' through the ville, I be ridin' slow
Bumpin' hip-hop, the remedy that ease the soul
I got that ill flow, might just roll and smoke the blaze
Been out the game, now I'm back with my ghetto ways
Celebrate, pop liquor with me, don't stop
Fuck a crooked cop, tell 'em, "Trey-bone shook the spot"
Play a little [?] like [?], did I rock it?
Can't stop it, smokin' mary out the socket
I'm prone to these ghetto tropics, see, this is home
I done came up here but Poet don't need a throne
I'm a king in my own time, already know
Set the tone, I be reppin' Samoa like no other
Apia to the death, word to your mother and your auntie
Rollin' through the ville is where you find me
Gets busy on the track, [?] fat but left dizzy if I spit
Gangsta, they just can't fuck with me
You now listenin' to an Apia vet
Stay low but never stay old, I'm way too fresh
Now, where you from, uso? Rep your set
I'm 6-eighty-5 for life till there's no life left, I'm just—
[Chorus: POETIK]
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
Poet never snitchin', never trust bitches
I'm always doin' my thing
Don't get it twisted, handle my business
6-eighty-5, I bang
[Verse 2: POETIK]
And I claims it well
Makin' profits like I aimed a cell
Competition, we split it up 'cause I rip it up
Barely sip it up, we [?] back, all out
When I'm with my niggas, man, we go all out
Pass the fat cap, I'm way too vandalous
You might get hit with my front [?] jandal kicks
I'm flamed up so you know what's good
But still my crippin' 'cause I'm rollin' with me straight [?], ah
Pump your fists, I'm Trey the analyst
Resurrect the funk like Christ brought back Lazarus
I'm Cool J, man, I'm in too deep
Mess around with the tools, plain runnin' the streets
Who's the flyest, I shoots them down
You disrespect my town and you get death with bound
I live the fast life, homie, gangsta shit
I'm on my gangsta book with my gangsta bitch, yo
[Verse 3: Slip of the Tongue]
They hoes and tricks, only time I acknowledge 'em when I got straps
Yo, hold this, you say you rock solid, that cause erosion
Now woes and [?] as far as bank go
Poetik's the officer, I'm the motherfuckin' ghettoman
[Chorus: POETIK]
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
[Verse 4: Slip of the Tongue]
I'm always talkin' 'bout my dick game
But not this time when I say I'm headstrong
My block is coloured gold and if you colourblind, you dead wrong
You gone, don't G's think you cool but you ain't fool me
[?] a scooby with a tooly and we'll see who's truly goony
Yo, [?] gets down
You can have sex on a carousel and still don't wanna fuck around
Get beat down with Dogg Pound playin' in the background
Take off that [?] 'cause you ain't doin' [?] now
You need some real talk? Ask a pro
I use machine gun smoke instead of smoke machines at my shows
Set the shit out, rappers [?] but that's standard though
Gang races get pushed deep around and [?] as I step through the door
Now some of these [?] is so deceptive
They need some gangsta [?] injected into they [?]
I gets busy, [?] like shitty foster homes
Your girl wanna taste [?], I [?], "Gimme some dome"
And the can't get the [?], duckin' 'cause I fire at will
In spite of kill, [?], fire for bills
Like them Cosby claims of [?] off flames
And when I'm on the microphone, dude, yo, I settle flames
Who runs game? Straight knuckleheads ain't fuckin' with feds
Get buckled instead, let it be said with my [?] all red
I plan for whole side of town, you busters are [?]
I'm so gangsta, I do wheelies on a god damn unicycle
[Chorus: POETIK]
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
Born to live a life of crime
I might wanna smoke some weed and get some head tonight
I got the [?], [?]
Said I got the [?], Vailima too
Blueberry, blue [?] to get you in the mood
This is how I live
I'm from the ghetto, ain't a damn thing changed
[Outro: Slip of the Tongue & POETIK]
Some of these weekend thugs in this [?] up
24/7 with this
Never mind these motherfuckers, we just do what the fuck we do, you know?
Let 'em know where the fuck we from, straight up, stay connected
H-Town to Apia City
V's up in this bitch
Fuckin' shitty district up in this bitch
Fuckin' Alcoholics Anonymous in this bitch
Fuckin' dodgin' big corporates and finance and all that shit up in this bitch—