Troublesome '96 Lyrics

2 Pac

Troublesome nigga<br /><em>[chorus plays in background]<br />Troublesome 19-muthafuckin-96 (westside)<br />Let it be known nigga<br />Boss of all bosses, Makaveli<br /><br />Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon<br />making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections<br />can you picture my specific plan<br />to be the man in this wicked land,underhanded hits are planned<br />scams are plotted over grams and rocks<br />when undercover agents die by the random shots<br />we all die in the end, so the feds we swore<br />I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes<br />me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata<br />got me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata<br />what could they do to me that little brat<br />shit them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass<br />how can I show you how I feel inside<br />we outlawz motherfuckas can't kill my pride<br />niggas talk a lot of shit but that's after im gone<br />cause they fear me in physical form let it be known<br />I'm troublesome<br /><br /><em>[chorus]<br />tra la la la la la all ya niggas die <em>[several times]<br /><br />trouble shit<br />gutter ways my mentality is ghetto<br />we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels<br />death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do<br />we came for murder, pullin' up in a herse<br />westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming fuck<br />all ya'll niggas in Swahili<br />pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back<br />release me to care of my heartless strap<br />say my name three times like Candyman<br />bet I roll on your ass like an avalance<br />a soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys<br />burned my folks, can't control my nine<br />hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please<br />busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee<br />picture me lettin this chump survive<br />redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died<br />cause I'm troublesome<br /><br /><em>[chorus]<br /><br />murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme<br />the crime rate ain't decline<br />niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind<br />like twenty-five to life never crossed their mind<br />tell me young nigga never learned a thang<br />dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang<br />sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry<br />try to warn the little nigga either stop or die<br />mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream<br />afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams<br />vivid pictures of my enemies and family times<br />God to forgive me cause it's wrong but I plan to die<br />need to take me in heaven and understand I was a sheep<br />did the best I could, raised in insanity<br />or send me to hell cause I ain't beggin' for my life<br />ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life<br />cause I'm troublesome<br />

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