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Troublesome '96

This song is by 2Pac and appears on the album Greatest Hits (1998).

Troublesome nigga
Troublesome 19-motherfucking-96
Let it be known nigga
The boss of all bosses

Menacing Methods, Label me a lethal weapon
Making niggas die, witnessin' breathless imperfection
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 revenge we swore
I was all about my ends fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heata
Got me a dog and named her Mobb bitch nigga eata
What could they do to me that little brat
Shit them niggas shot me and still terrified I get they 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 the psychical form
Let it be known I'm troublesome

Troublesome nigga
We put it down to the fullest
Spitting rhymes and bullets
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets Haha...

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
A guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on them first
Niggas knew we came for murda, pullin' up in a herse
Westside was the war cry bustin' all freely
Screaming fuck all ya niggas in Swaheli
Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
Release me to the 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 driveby's
Murder my foes, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please
Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee
Picture me lettin this chump survive
Ran up on his ass when I dump he died
'Cause I'm troublesome

Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck
I'm hopelesssss
I live a thuglife, losing my focus baby
I'm troublesome
Badboy Killa
There is no one realler
What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw

Murder murder my mind states shit ain't change since my last rhyme
The crime rate ain't declined
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 yearn 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 I'm havin' crazy dreams
Vivid' pictures of my enemies, family times
God forgive me 'cause it's wrong but I plan to die
Need to take me in heaven and understand I was a G
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
I'm troublesome

In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me
I'm troublesome I don't give a fuck
I'm troublesome
Like my nigga Napoleon said nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit
I'm troublesome
You know what time it is
The Outlaw click, young rugged and sick
Makaveli The Don, the boss of all bosses
Mussolini, E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi,
Kastro, Napoleon, Mo Khomani
We ain't fucking around
We troublesome
Hey yo
We troublesome
Yo Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash
He going for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas
Khadafi tripple tight never sloppy
Them other motherfuckers try to copy
But they can't mock you nigga u 2 strong
Outlaw keep it going up
You know wassup
Outlaws outlaws
Outlaws outlaws
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets


Written by:

Jalil Hutchins; Johnny Lee Jackson; Tupac Amaru Shakur; Lawrence Smith

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