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