Royce Da 5'9" - Trouble Lyrics
[Royce Da 5'9"]Uhh, yeahRoyce 5-9, my nigga Bow TieMy nigga Cee, Six JulyGangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhhGangsta, niggaz is gangstaYo, I'm out here all dayFrom when you hear the sounds of the car skiddinThen start dickin, gangsta from start to the finishWhassup - never socialable, nigga we too disposableIf I get close to you it's probably to dispose of you quickerGo 'head, try somethin - live or die by these numbersI'd rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel itStay out his path, he's chaotic and madPull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his lastI'm just a street nigga rhymin some wordsDabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddlePrefer for battle; most deservedIn highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattleOne strange guy, I'm nuttin like you maynGuns all look the same to the un-trained eyeEasy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hideThe realest nigga breathin, ain't no nigga realer alive[Chorus 2X: Royce]Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble).Y'all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)Y'all niggaz in trouble, you don't want this[Bow Tie]It's the black Elmer Fudd, ***** a mansion and a yachtI got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c'mon)A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonicsKiller cracker, respect me for my talentSniff 'em out like a bloodhoundLike they bag mills out in Vegas on the GreyhoundI never plead guilty, come to court filthyLawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with meAnd still I walk cause it's realTake they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil', now thatc12