Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Troublesome , by - 2Pac. Release date: 04.08.1997
Song language: English
Troublesome |
| Troublesome, nigga |
| Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96 |
| (Westside!) Let it be known, nigga! |
| Boss of all bosses, Makaveli |
| Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon |
| Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections |
| Can you picture my specific plan? |
| To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned |
| These scams are plotted over grams and rocks |
| Undercover agents die by the random shots |
| We all die in the end, so revenge we swore |
| I was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes! |
| Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater |
| Got me a dog and named her «my bitch nigga eater» |
| What could they do to me, you lil' brat? |
| Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I’ll get they ass |
| How can I show you how I feel inside? |
| We Outlawz, motherfuckers can’t kill my pride |
| Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that’s after I’m gone |
| ‘Cause they fear me in the physical form |
| Let it be known I’m troublesome |
| La la la la, la, la |
| La, la-la la, lahhh |
| Bye bye, bye bye |
| All you niggas die |
| Troublesome nigga, Outlawz |
| Put it down to the fullest |
| Spittin' rhymes and bullets, ha ha |
| We troublesome |
| Y’all know what time it is |
| Call the punk police, they can’t stop us |
| Niggas run the streets, we troubleshit |
| Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto |
| We guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels |
| Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first |
| Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse |
| Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely |
| Screamin', «Fuck all y’all niggas!» |
| in Swahili |
| Pistol packin', fresh out of jail, I ain’t goin' back |
| Release me to the care of my heartless strap |
| Say my name three times like Candyman |
| Bet I roll on yo' ass, like an avalanche |
| A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys |
| Murder my foes, can’t control my nine |
| Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin', «please» |
| Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee |
| Picture me lettin' this chump survive |
| Ran up on his ass, when I dumped he died |
| ‘Cause I’m troublesome |
| La la la la, la, la |
| La, la-la la, lahhh |
| Bye bye, bye bye |
| All you niggas die |
| Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck |
| I’m hopeless |
| I live the Thug Life, losin' my focus, ba-baby |
| I’m troublesome, ha ha |
| Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer |
| What you saw |
| Was the rough, rugged and raw: Outlaw! |
| «Murder, murder, my mind state,» shit ain’t changed |
| Since my last rhyme; |
| the crime rate ain’t decline |
| Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind |
| Like 25 to life never crossed they mind |
| Tell me young nigga never learned a thang |
| Dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang |
| Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry? |
| Tried to warn the little nigga, «Either stop or die.» |
| Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream |
| Afraid to sleep, I’m havin' crazy dreams |
| Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times |
| God forgive me ‘cause it’s wrong, but I plan to die |
| Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a G |
| Did the best I could, raised in insanity |
| Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain’t beggin' for my life |
| Ain’t nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life |
| I’m troublesome |
| La la la la, la, la |
| La, la-la la, lahhh |
| Bye bye, bye bye |
| All you niggas die |
| In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me |
| Hahahaha — I’m troublesome, I don’t give a fuck |
| I’m troublesome… like my nigga |
| Napoleon |
| said, nigga |
| Somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got shit |
| Ha ha, I’m troublesome |
| You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique |
| Young, rugged and sick |
| Makaveli the Don, the Boss of all bosses |
| Mussolini, E.D.I. |
| Mean, Hussein Fatal |
| Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Bo-Nitty |
| Haha, we ain’t fuckin' around |
| Haha, we troublesome |
| Ayo, ha ha, we troublesome, I ain’t goin', HA HAH |
| Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash |
| Goin' for the hoes and the cash |
| Fuck you niggas! |
| Outlawz! |
| Ha hah! |
| Kadafi — trump tight, never sloppy |
| Them motherfuckers try to copy |
| But they can’t mock you, nigga, you’re too strong |
| Outlawz keep it goin' on, you know whassup |
| Outlawz, Outlawz, all you niggas die |
| Outlawz, Outlawz |
| This is dedicated to the real niggas |
| All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets |
| (…Bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die…) |