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Titlu: 2Pac - 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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