DJ Premier - Born in the Trap lyrics

[Verse 1] I was born in the crosshairs without a pot to piss in Where n***as get smoked over their Jordans and their Pippens Welcome to California, nah, it ain't cold as New York But life is a b**h out here: word to Too Short Wack as a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc Gang banging had us addicted like it was Newports Whoever thought that it would spread like petroleum Now BP connect got us praying 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 shooting documentaries And Game still in Cali eating off The Documentary Take em to the symmetry I mean the cemetery Where everybody boxed in: Refrigerator Perry [Hook] And every little f** up, they blame it on Barack Cause he's just like T.I.: Born in the Trap And every little f** up, they blame it on Barack Cause he's just like Gucci: Born in the Trap And every little f** up, they blame it on Barack Cause he's just like Jeezy: Born in the Trap And every little f** up, my gun she go "crack!" Cause I'm just like Outkast, born in the Trap [Verse 2] So what's going on with you f*ggots? And what you gonna do when your swagger no longer matters? And your b**h ain't the baddest cause she in her mid-40s And your Phantom played out so you hating on the shorties Cause they running around like they was your age, when you was your age f**ing b**hes raw cause now the world ain't got no AIDS Yeah, 2050 on these n***as Golddiggers s**ed you dry left hickeys on you n***as 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 sh** real deep like Barry White Reminiscing on the days I used to carry white Walking though them Crip hoods in the Cherry Nikes Now I live a married life, walking in the house, to them home-cooked meals Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills [Hook] n***as still got their hands out, begging for a stack Just like Goodie Mob, I was born in the Trap n***as still got their hands out, begging for a stack But just like Luda, I was born in the Trap Leechers still got their hands out, begging for a stack But like Soulja Boy, I was born in the Trap Broke a** n***as still begging for a stack Take 'em to Shawty Lo, n***a, learn how to Trap [Verse 3] sh** deeper than The Roots band 15's drumming, ?uestlove in the coupe fam Riding through Pittsburgh, Wiz got the Steelers Born by the jungle so I came with gorillas Since n***as dropping more dimes than we f**in' We out the hood, tryna get money like P touching Splitting backwoods just to get our weed stuffed in The crack we cookin, we don't need ovens We need something to put in the mouth of our kids Instead of copping chains, lets fly to Chile and dig Go to Haiti and feed, to the Bahamas and breathe On the way back, scoop my n***a Shyne from Belize, you know Sometimes I feel like this rap sh** is heaven sent Then I get a high, feel like it's irrelevant So I'm about to pop the trunk like an elephant And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president I'm 'bout to pop the trunk like an elephant And campaign with Wyclef while he run for president Told you I was gonna k** this sh**, Premo..