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"Troublesome '96" Lyrics |
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| Troublesome, Nineteen muthafuckin' 96' West side, let it be known, nigga Boss of all bosses, Makaveli Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan to be the man in this wicked land Under handed hits are planned, scams are plotted over grams of rock Undercover agents die by the random shots, we all die in the end So revenge, I swore, I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my, my heata Got me a dog, named him Mobb Bitch Nigga Eata What could they do to me that little brat? Shit them, niggas That shot me and still terrified I'll get their ass, how can I show you How I feel inside? We outlawz motherfuckas, can't kill my pride Niggas, talk a lot of shit but that's after I'm gone 'cause they fear me In physical form, let it be known, I'm troublesome All ya niggas die, put it down to the fullest Spittin' rhymes and bullets, troublesome, I know what time it is Call the punk police please, they cant stop us niggas run the streets Troublesome, gutter ways my mentality is ghetto We're guerrillas in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas We came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck All y'all niggas in Swahili, pistol packin' fresh out of jail I ain't goin' back, release me to care of my heartless strap Say my name three times like candy man, bet I roll on your ass Like an avalanche, a soul survivor, learned to get high And pull drive bys, murder my foes, can't control my nine Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee, picture me lettin' This chump survive, redin' up on his ass when I'm doped He die, 'cause I'm troublesome All ya niggas, die young, strapped and I don't give a fuck I'm hopeless, I live a thug life loosin' my focus, baby I'm troublesome, bad boy killa, there is no one realla What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw, outlaw Murder, murder my mind states shit ain't change Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind Like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at thirteen 'cause he yearned to bang Sent a lot of flowers but how can I cry Tried to warn the little nigga, either stop or die Mercy is for the weak when I speak, I scream Afraid to sleep I'm havin' crazy dreams Vivid pictures of my enemies and family times God to forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die You can take me to heaven and understand I was a G Did the best I could, raised in insanity or send me to hell 'Cause I ain't beggin' for my life, ain't nothing worse Than this cursed ass hopeless life, I'm troublesome All ya niggas die in your wildest dreams You couldn't picture a nigga like me, I'm troublesome |
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