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lirik lagu born 2 live – poetik

[intro: slip of the tongue]
so then, trey, some of these motherf*ckers need to be nutted in the eye and sh*t, 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
f*ck 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 pr*ne 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 f*ck 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 d*mn thing changed
poet never snitchin’, never trust b*tches
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 n*ggas, 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 *n*lyst
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 sh*t
i’m on my gangsta book with my gangsta b*tch, 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 motherf*ckin’ 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 d*mn thing changed

[verse 4: slip of the tongue]
i’m always talkin’ ’bout my d*ck 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 s*x on a carousel and still don’t wanna f*ck 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 sh*t 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 sh*tty 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 k!ll, [?], 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 f*ckin’ 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 d*mn 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 d*mn 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 d*mn thing changed

[outro: slip of the tongue & poetik]
some of these weekend thugs in this [?] up
24/7 with this
never mind these motherf*ckers, we just do what the f*ck we do, you know?
let ’em know where the f*ck we from, straight up, stay connected
h*town to apia city
v’s up in this b*tch
f*ckin’ sh*tty district up in this b*tch
f*ckin’ alcoholics anonymous in this b*tch
f*ckin’ dodgin’ big corporates and finance and all that sh*t up in this b*tch—

- poetik

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