2 Pac - Troublesome '96 Lyrics
[in background throughout song]La la la lala la... all ya niggaz die[tupac]Troublesome niggaTroublesome 19-mother*****ing-96WestsideLet it be known niggaThe boss of all bossesMakaveliHahahaMenacing methodsLabel me a lethal weaponMaking niggas dieWitnessing breathless imperfectionsCan you picture my specific plan?To be the manIn this wicked landUnderhanded hits are plannedThese scams are plottedOver grams of rocksAnd undercover agents die by the random shotsWe all die in the end so revenge we sworeI was all about my ends***** friends and foesMe a born leader never leave the block without my heaterGot me a dog and named him mobb-***** nigga eater? ? what could they do to me you little brat? ?Shit them niggas done shot meAnd still terrified I get (hahaha) they assHow can I show you how I feel inside?We outlawz mother*****ers cant kill my prideNiggaz talk alot of shit but thats after Im goneCuz they fear me in the physical formLet it be known Im troublesome(2pac talking)Troublesome niggaOutlawzWe put it down to the fullestSpitting rhymes and bulletsHaha...TroublesomeYall know what time it isCall the punk police they cant stop usNiggas run the streets haha..TroublesomeYeahGutter waysMy mentality is ghettoA guerrilla in this criminal war we all rebelsDeath before dishonorBet I bomb on em firstNiggas knew we came for murderPulling up in the hurseWestside was the warcryBusting on friendlysScreaming ***** all yall niggas in swahiliPistol packing fresh outta jailI aint going backRelease me to the care of my heartless trapSay my name three times like candymanBet I roll on your ass like an avalancheA sole survivorLearn to get high and pull drive-bysMurder my foes, cant control my nineHearing thoughts of my enemies pleading pleaseBuster ass mother*****ers tried to fleaPicture me letting this chump surviveRan up on his ass when I dump he diedCuz Im troublesome(2pac talking)Young, strapped, and I dont give a *****Im hopelesssssI live a thuglife losing my focus babyIm troublesomeHaha...Badboy killaThere is no one reallerWhat you saw was the rough rugged and rawOutlaw outlawMurder, murder my mind stateShit aint changed since my last rhymeThe crime rate aint declinedNiggas busting shots like they lost they mindsLike 25-2-life never crossed they mindTell me young nigga never learned a thingDead at 13 cuz he yearned to bangSent alot of flowersBut how could I cry?Tried to warn the little niggaEither stop or dieMercy is for the weakWhen I speak I screamAfraid to spleepIm having crazy dreamsVivid pictures of my enemies family timesGod forgive me cuz its wrongBut I plan to dieEither take me in heavenAnd understand I was a gDid the best I could raised in insanityOr send me to hellCuz I aint begging for my lifeAint nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless lifeIm troublesome(2pac speaking)In your wildest dreamsYou couldnt picture a nigga like meHahahaIm troublesomeI dont give a *****Ima troublesomeLike my nigga napolean said nigga somebody gotta explain why I aint got shitHahaIm troublesomeYou know what time it isThe outlaw clickYoung rugged and sickMakaveli the donThe boss of all bossesMussolini, edi mean, whosane fatal, kadafi, kastroNapolean, komaniHahaWe aint *****ing aroundTroublesomeHey yoHahaWe troublesomeHahaYoung kastro, the first to blast the last one to dashHe going for the hos and the cash***** you niggasOutlawsKadafee ? ? tight never sloppyThem other mother*****ers try to copyBut they cant mock u nigga u 2 strongOutlaw keep it going upYou know wassupOutlaws outlawsOutlaws outlawsThis is dedicated to the real niggasAll the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
