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Troublesome
15,276
Hip-Hop/Rap
Troublesome was released on August 5, 1997 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album How to Be a Player (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
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Release DateAugust 5, 1997
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
2Pac
2Pac
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
2Pac
2Pac
Songwriter
Johnny Jackson
Johnny Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JZ
JZ
Producer
Dion "Big D" Evans
Dion "Big D" Evans
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy yo!
I got some new shit for y'all tonight
Oh, yes
See, (new shit) it's the **** named Nas
And he kick it with these **** named Mobb Deep
And they kick it with some **** named Bad Boy
I sent this out to Nas...
And anybody else down with that clique
We still Bad Boy killas'
Y'all don't feel us (bitch)
Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-ah, what
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon
Makin' **** 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 agent 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 **** eater"
What could they do to me, you lil' brat? (shit)
Them **** that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass (ha-ha)
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride
**** 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
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na-na na, nahhh
Na, na, na, na
All you **** die (troublesome)
Oh, Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
My **** die, we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on 'em first
**** knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse
Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely
When the, "Fuck all y'all ****!" 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
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na-na na, nahhh
Na, na, na, na (woah)
All you **** die (troublesome)
"Murder, murder, my mind state," shit ain't changed
Since my last rhyme, the crime rate ain't decline
**** bustin' shots like they lost they mind
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind
Tell me young **** never learned a thang
Dead at 13 'cause he yearned to bang
Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry?
Need to stop the gang bangin', "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
Lord, forgive me 'cause it's wrong, but I plan to die
Now either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Or send me to Hell, I ain't beggin' for my life
Ain't nothin' worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life
****, we're troublesome
Na, na, na, na, na, na (one love to my **** Suge)
Na, na-na na, nahhh (what's up ****?)
Na, na, na, na (sweaty ass)
All you **** die
You know
Yeah
Written by: Jalil Hutchins, Johnny J., Larry Smith, Shakur T
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