T.I. - Intro Lyrics
I'm just a hood nigga, I ain't never had shitJust a bad attitude and a bad *****Duffle back full of 2's and I have bricks30, 40, 50 grand in the mattressLiving on the edge, just a happy dawgI'm *****ed up in the head, I don't have it allBall like a dog, push it to the limitBut I'm fiendin, tryina get some bad ***** nigga fiendinMy priorities is follow, got first in the famThen I hustled in the money, fail ain't in the planSatan on my hill, he don't want me to advanceI tell him go to hell, sucka catch me if you canShit, I am who I am, fresh up out of apologiesSometimes I ain't get in trouble, trouble got meGuess it follows me but I stays on my hustle manStill the mother*****in man, you can call me Trouble Man! Trouble man, I'm always in trouble manGrand hustle man, I'm the mother*****in manTrouble Man, stays in some trouble manBank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble ManTrouble man, I'm always in trouble manGrand hustle man, I'm the mother*****in manTrouble Man, stays in some trouble manBank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble ManDrugs, ain't bout the row, ho you know how I rollJust left the crossroads, but soul – unsold, Frigerated console, the curtains on my car doorRaw ho, caviar, sushi and it's cargoEverywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soapGetting blowed like trumpets in the wind in ChicagoGod knows I'm hot as El DiabloFish Rocky in the Colorado algroveAlso my flows, I'm taking back althoughMy art's all Leonardo Da Vinci, PicassoThe rain go come down on your head like carpoI guess these other rappers that's cool as far as all goesSorry Charlie party's over, shorty shop closedCame home, bank roll on King KongGot these suckas in my scope with the beam onPrayin for my downfall, you can dream onMake I'm back in the Maybach and get my lean onTrouble ain't changed me, role model ain't meDon't be angry now if I'm on the same street niggaU turn, haven't you learn I'm Trouble ManTrouble man, I'm always in trouble manGrand hustle man, I'm the mother*****in manTrouble Man, stays in some trouble manBank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble ManTrouble man, I'm always in trouble manGrand hustle man, I'm the mother*****in manTrouble Man, stays in some trouble manBank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble ManWait on my show, just chose to squat what it feel niggaSay I kick it the same when Pac did itTell all them sucka niggas what the bizz isOffset a decade, do a thing like he did hereShit, another year, another gig doneNo chump chain, big thank millionsYo, my money old but I'm still youngThen nigga look at most the drama, I'mma get someNo more beef, people say goodbye to red meatBut cross a nigga path and you dead meatRemain on my gang time, after time'97 call the bass head, 99 dime'98 have provisions on 2-85 flyinSkip where your micadilla, now they read that signCut to the present and the rap game mineSome things never change, it remainsI'm Trouble ManTrouble man, I'm always in trouble manGrand hustle man, I'm the mother*****in manTrouble Man, stays in some trouble manBank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble ManTrouble man, I'm always in trouble manGrand hustle man, I'm the mother*****in manTrouble Man, stays in some trouble manBank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man
