Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Introduction, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 16.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
The Introduction |
| I come apart babe, but now I’m fine |
| I’m checkin trouble sure, moving down the line |
| I come apart baby, but that’s ok cause |
| Trouble man, don’t get in my way |
| I’m just a hood nigga I ain’t never had shit |
| Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch |
| Duffle back full of tools and a half brick |
| 30, 40, 50 grand in the mattress |
| Living on the edge jus a habit dawg |
| I’m fucked up in the head I don’t have it all |
| Ball like a dog push it to the limit |
| Bout my business trynna keep from letting pussy niggas in it |
| My priorities is follow, God first then the fam, |
| Then the hustle, then the money, failure ain’t in the plan |
| Satan on my heel he don’t want me to advance |
| I tell him go to hell sucka catch me if you can |
| Shit I am who I am, fresh up out of apologies |
| Sometimes I ain’t get in trouble trouble got in me |
| Guess it follows me but I stays on my hustle man |
| Still the motherfuckin man you can call me, Trouble Man |
| Trouble man, I always in trouble man |
| Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man |
| Trouble man, I always in trouble man |
| Grand hustle man, I’m the motherfuckin man |
| Trouble Man, stays in some trouble man |
| Bank rolls, rubber band, you can call me Trouble Man |
| Drugs n rock n roll, ho you know how I roll |
| Just left the crossroads, my soul, unsold |
| Frigerated console, the curtains on my car door |
| Raw ho, caviar, sushi and escargot |
| Everywhere I go fresh to death and clean as a bar of soap |
| Getting blowed like trumpets in the wind in Chicago |
| God knows I’m hot as El Diablo |
| Wrist rockier than Colorado walk road |
| Also my flows I’m taking back although |
| My art’s so Leonardo Da Vinci Picasso |
| The rain gone come down on your head like tarp holes |
| I guess these other rappers that’s cool as far as soft goes |
| Sorry Charlie party’s over shorty shop closed |
| King home, bank roll on King Kong |
| Got these suckas in my scope with the beam on |
| Prayin for my downfall you can dream on |
| Make sure I’m back in the Maybach gettin my lean on |
| Trouble ain’t changed me, role model ain’t me |
| Don’t be angry now if I’m on the same street nigga |
| U turn haven’t you learned I’m, Trouble Man |
| Wait on my show just chose to squat with it |
| Real niggas Say I kick it the same way Pac did it |
| Tell all them sucka nigga what the bizz is |
| Upset cause they can’t do they thang like he did here |
| Shit, another year another bid done |
| No chump change big bank millions |
| Ya, my money old but I’m still young |
| Them nigga lookin for some drama I’m a give em some |
| No more beef a pimp will say goodbye to red meat |
| But cross a nigga path and your dead meat |
| Remain on my gang time, after time |
| '97 college bass head, 99 dime |
| '98 have provisions on 2−85 flyin |
| Skip where you meet KP and L. A Reid got signed |
| Cut to the present and the rap game mine |
| Some things never change it remains I’m, Trouble Man |