Trouble Man (feat. Vinia Mojica)

Check out the avenue

New York, New York, the rotten apple

We grapple in the street to stack loot and slip the shackles

I'm currently servin' twenty nine to life

Duckin' the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night

The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped

Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin' through the night

The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity

Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty

Hittin' hard, liquor's God, **** plottin' on the come off

And come off, quicker than the clothes on a stripper

And slide like she doin' up and down the railing

Bitch tailin' in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailing

The clock's tickin', somebody's on the block snitchin'

The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen

Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl

'Cause I married this life and she's my whole world

It's just a sign of the times

Calmly listen to these lines

I'm goin' out of my mind

Livin' the street life

'Ey yo, 'ey yo

Make me wanna holla the way they do my life

My life, is like a carousel one endless night

Where most die for pies, some holdin' their chrome

A large percent die for causes not even their own

When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone

Long live the INS clone they workin' on

Till then, I hold a section, I stand alone, no co-defendant

Showin' the weapon, this saga had no story endin'

It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell, shots propel

The one that missed me got Chanel

In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor

The music is the simulator, facin' the user

I do it for those who walk the same road

And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose

No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows

I reminisce with the chalice, and my eyes half closed

If I could do ti again, I'd probably do it the same

Thought I was through with the game, I'm goin' through it again

The hood life, I'm in it to the limit

Couldn't quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause I live it

It's just a sign of the times

On a mission to be right

I'm goin' out of my mind

Livin' the street life

Yo, been around the world but just can't seem to leave

The state of mind that causes tangled web I weave

Make my home in the heart of it

Move like Seagal, Hard Target

Most want no part of it, it's logic

Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit

Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this

Maintain and remain sane

In the cold world where the rules ain't changed

Still rebel to society, government be eyein' me

They probably watchin' me right now as I'm speakin'

But all I'm guilty of is teachin' you the truth

They got proof, so you know I'll be home before the weekend

The hood life, I'm in it to the limit

In it from the scrimmage, livin' it, lovin' every minute

And every hour, till the powers that be

Eventually stress me till the death

It's just a sign of the times

On a mission to be right

I'm goin' out of my mind

Livin' the street life

Street life

So trife

Street life

For life

Feels like

Feels like

My paradise

Yeah y'all

Yeah y'all

Yeah y'all

Yeah y'all

Yeah y'all

Yeah y'all

Yeah y'all