Tupac Shakur - Troublesome

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We still bad boys killas, y'all don't fill us



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

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 eater

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 I'm gone

'Cause, they fear me in physical form let it be known

I'm troublesome



Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome



Oh, 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 do

We came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse



West side 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 avalanche

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



Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome



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, family times

Lord, forgive me, 'cause I'm wrong but I plan to die



Now, either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep

Did the best I could, raised in insanity

Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life

Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life

Cause, I'm troublesome



La la la, all you niggas die



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