Artist: The Game
Album:  The R.E.D. Album
Song:   Born in the Trap
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro]
Yo Premier {"Yeah"}
Show 'em how to survive

[Game]
I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in
Where niggaz get smoked over Jordans and they Pippens
Welcome to California, nah it ain't cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here, word to Too $hort
Wack was the shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang bangin had us addicted like it was Newports
Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum?
Now BP connect got us prayin to them holy men
Just had a daughter, almost named her Katrina
If I raise her right then maybe she can take over FEMA
Spike Lee in New Orleans shootin documentaries
And Game still in Cali eatin off "The Documentary"
Take 'em to the symmetry, I mean the cemetary
Where everybody boxed in, Refrigerator Perry

[Chorus]
And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like T.I., born in the trap
And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Gucci, born in the trap
And every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Jeezy, born in the trap
And every little fuck up, my gun should go "brrap!"
Cause I'm just like OutKast, born in the - trap

[Game]
So what's goin on wit you faggots?
And what you gon' do when your swagger no longer matters?
And your bitch ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s
And your Phantom played out, so you hatin on the shorties
cause they runnin round like they was yo' age, when you was yo' age
Fuckin bitches raw cause now world ain't got no AIDS
Yeah, 2050 on you niggaz
Golddiggers sucked you dry and left them hickeys on you niggaz
I used to run around like you, run the town like you
Walk my red-nose and clown like you
But it got old like Betty White
This rap shit real deep like Barry White
Reminiscin on them days I used to carry white
Walkin through them Crip hoods in them cherry Nikes
Now I live the married life
Walkin in the house to them home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills

[Chorus]
Niggaz still got they hands out, beggin for a stack
Just like Goodie Mob I was born in the trap
Niggaz still got they hands out, beggin for a stack
But just like Luda I was born in the trap
Leeches still got they hands out, beggin for a stack
But like Soulja Boy I was born in the trap
Broke ass niggaz still beggin for a stack
Take it from Shawty Lo, nigga learn how to - trap

[Game]
Shit deeper than The Roots band
15's drummin, ?uestlove in the coupe, fam
Ridin through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers
Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas
And since niggaz droppin mo' dimes than we fuckin
We out the hood tryin to get money like P touchin
Splittin backwoods just to get our weed stuffed in
The crack we cookin we don't need ovens
We need somethin, to put in the mouth of our kids
Instead of coppin chains let's fly to Chile and dig
Go to Haiti and feed, to the Bahamas and breathe
On the way back, scoop my nigga Shyne from Belize
You know, sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven-sent
Then I get high, feel like it's irrelevant
So I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like a elephant
and campaign with Wyclef while he run for president
I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like a elephant
and campaign with Wyclef while he run for president...
Told ya I was gonna kill this shit Premo

[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
"You're now rockin with the best" {*2X*}
"I'm just too nice" {*2X*}