Troublesome Lyrics

We still bad boys killas, y'all don't fill us
Menacin' methods label me 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 are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks Undercover agents die by the random shots We all die in the end, so the feds we swore I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata Got me a dog, get nigga mobb, bitch, nigga eater What could they do to me that little brat? Shit them, niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their ass
How can I show you how I feel inside? We outlawz motherfuckas, can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone 'Cause, they fear me in physical form let it be known I'm troublesome
Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome
Oh, gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto We're guerrillas in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do We came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
West side was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming, "Fuck" All ya'll niggas in Swahili Pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back Release me to care of my heartless strap
Say my name three times, like Candyman Bet, I roll on your ass like an avalanche A soul survivor, learned to get high and pull drive bys Burned my folks, can't control my nine
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', "Please" Busta ass motherfuckas tried to flee Picture me lettin' this chump survive Redin' up on his ass when I'm doped and died, 'cause
Tra la la la, all you niggas die, troublesome
Murder, murder my mind states Shit ain't change since my last rhyme The crime rate ain't decline Niggas bustin' shots like they lost their mind Like twenty five to life never crossed their mind
Tell me young nigga never learned a thang Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I cry Try to warn the little nigga either stop or die
Mercy is for the weak when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times Lord, forgive me, 'cause I'm wrong but I plan to die
Now, either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life Cause, I'm troublesome
La la la, all you niggas die