Troublesome nigga [chorus plays in background] Troublesome 19-muthafuckin-96 (westside) 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,underhanded hits are planned scams are plotted over grams and rocks when undercover agents die by the random shots we all die in the end, so the feds we 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 get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata what could they do to me that little brat shit them niggas 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 im gone cause they fear me in physical form let it be known I'm troublesome [chorus] tra la la la la la all ya niggas die [several times] trouble shit gutter ways my mentality is ghetto we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck all ya'll 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 Candyman bet I roll on your ass like an avalance a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys burned my folks, 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 and died cause I'm troublesome [chorus] 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 sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry try to warn the little nigga either stop or die mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams vivid pictures of my enemies and family times God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep 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 cause I'm troublesome
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