the nights we stayed up all too late The red and white stripes, they would blend Them warm, washed-out lips Ripped magazines to you is all I could send Troubled
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
s a vulture culture Never lend a loser a hand Just a vulture culture Living off the fat of the land Nowhere to turn around and catch your breath It's all relatively trouble
walk hard no more, I'm in the land. I'm everything you ain't, that's what I am. I got movie star hoes all across the land. Brazilianz from chili and Palestein
name and my motherfuckin' face I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [AWOL & TROUBLE LOC] Awol got a down Crip bitch Trouble
bwoy a bare trouble yuh a [Verse 1:] Oonu betta come, talk to mi oonu betta come, talk to mi Oonu betta come, talk to mi oonu betta come, talk to mi
for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin
game b! They done fucked up lettin me in Un They done did it to themselves man! Eh yo, you see him Cam in the BM Wit the Koreans To G 'em Wit land in
Shake ya ass, don't trouble me We keep it real, Homocide Hill Off the meat rack, coke in the bill Gun talk, a ruffneck city Shake ya ass, show no
We got some trouble in our own back yard. Things are are kinda tough, times are kinda hard. Got a lot of people livin' out in the street, people goin
but look (Talk about, what?) [Pharrell] Young'n... (Talk about, what?) This is real, young'n... (Talk about, what?) You lookin' into a whole different world, young'n (Talk
a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk
little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous Round here we're carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk
checking in crime mob for ya motherfuckin ass put ya mutherfuckin' hands up nigga [Killa C] i suggest that you not come my way if you don't want trouble
, come on along Little children starving in a foreign land, talk about it brother Man afraid to shake his brother's hand (fan the fire, fan the fire) Woman in trouble