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