Troublesome nigga
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 outlaw motherfuckers 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, Ill get their ass
how can I show you how I feel inside
we outlawz motherfuckas cant kill my pride
niggas talk a lot of shit but thats after im gone
cause they fear me in physical form let it be known
Im troublesome
tra la la la la la all ya niggas die
trouble shit
gutter ways my mentality is ghetto
were 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 yall niggas in Swahili
pistol packin fresh out of jail, I aint 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, cant 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 Im doped and died
cause Im troublesome
murder murder my mind states shit aint change since my last rhyme
the crime rate aint 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 its 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 aint beggin for my life
aint nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life
cause Im troublesome
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