2 Pac - Troublesome Lyrics
Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gumOthers call me up, but momma call me troublesomeLearned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or writeNever touched a pipe, made my money every nightTill I gotta (ride), a mother*****in Benz***** talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin richOnly fifteen at a spot full of rock teensFull of hard knocks, ready to clock, ***** the cops (yeah!)And we was fat like TrumpEvery nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunksI stood at the top of the organizationReady to pop a cop with no hesitations (***** the police) yeahNow I'm makin all the others runCause here it comes, look out for brother troublesomeYeah y'all, heheA nigga named TroublesomeI learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one nowI gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battleAin't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vetThat's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yetTryin to pop my pistol for a profitCopper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)And I don't give a ***** about it(Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt itSo why not take all of meCause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to beThese suckers always searchin for me, with funkThey in a hurry to get buried with they locs upAnd once I let my gun popAnother mother*****er dropsI smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indoCrack through your window, nigga where the ***** the ya-yo?You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush himI didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust himI'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked shitSo catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, I'm troublesomeYeah!Yeah, a nigga named TroublesomeNow I'm on top got plenty openI ain't no *****in joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huhAs I sit back and rake my, dough inI let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huhAnd flippin hoes, there's no openKeepin a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)A psychopath when provoked thenall you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coatI told you we ain't havin it (c'mere)Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin itBang bang! Was the sound as I jettedA bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget itBut I knew that I'd be dead soonCrime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroomI see task at my front do' (ahh shit)But I ain't goin alive, so what the ***** these niggaz come fo'Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (*****)I put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breathThrew a grenade in the front yardSix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come GodThe other cops are closin inDeja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown meWhen they found me, they call me troublesomeTroublesome, word upUptown, they got a TroublesomeIn Crooklyn, they got a TroublesomeIn the Bronx, they got a TroublesomeIn Uptown, they got a TroublesomeSouth South Bronx, they got a TroublesomeThe jungle, they got a TroublesomeWashington D.C. troublesomeBaltimore (troublesome) MiamiTroublesome, SeattleAll over this mother*****in country (troublesome)in every single ghetto (troublesome)As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesomeTroublesome, word upTroublesomeTroublesome, troublesomeTroublesomeMy nigga named Troublesome
