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Lyric Troublesome


Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gum
Others call me up, but momma call me troublesome
Learned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or write
Never touched a pipe, made my money every night
Till I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin Benz
Bitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich
Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens
Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)
And we was fat like Trump
Every nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunks
I stood at the top of the organization
Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeah
Now I m makin all the others run
Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome

Yeah y all, hehe
A nigga named Troublesome

I learned from my mistakes I m twenty-one now
I gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle
Ain t old enough to save but I behave just like a true vet
That s cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn t do yet
Tryin to pop my pistol for a profit
Copper tried to stop I didn t drop and so he got it (yeah)
And I don t give a fuck about it
(Aiyyo you think you ll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it
So why not take all of me
Cause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to be
These suckers always searchin for me, with funk
They in a hurry to get buried with they locs up
And once I let my gun pop
Another motherfucker drops
I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo?
You tried to hesitate I couldn t wait to rush him
I didn t trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust him
I m criminal I m workin doin wicked shit
So catch a Christmas cause I m murderin your witnesses, I m troublesome

Yeah!
Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome

Now I m on top got plenty open
I ain t no fuckin joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huh
As I sit back and rake my, dough in
I let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huh
And flippin hoes, there s no open
Keepin a sister broke I d rather take it from the token (give it up)
A psychopath when provoked then
all you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coat
I told you we ain t havin it (c mere)
Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin it
Bang bang! Was the sound as I jetted
A bullet in the head so the sucker don t forget it
But I knew that I d be dead soon
Crime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroom
I see task at my front do (ahh shit)
But I ain t goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo
Just because you got a vest don t mean you escape from death (bitch)
I put this AK to your chest it ll take your entire breath
Threw a grenade in the front yard
Six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come God
The other cops are closin in
Deja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)
I d rather take my life than have these suckers clown me
When they found me, they call me troublesome

Troublesome, word up
Uptown, they got a Troublesome
In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome
In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome
In Uptown, they got a Troublesome
South South Bronx, they got a Troublesome
The jungle, they got a Troublesome
Washington D.C. troublesome
Baltimore (troublesome) Miami
Troublesome, Seattle
All over this motherfuckin country (troublesome)
in every single ghetto (troublesome)
As long as there ain t money there s gonna be troublesome
Troublesome, word up
Troublesome
Troublesome, troublesome
Troublesome
My nigga named Troublesome
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