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Troublesome
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Troublesome adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Get Low Digital tarafından 5 Ekim 2004 tarihinde yayınlandıUntold Story
Yayın Tarihi5 Ekim 2004
FirmaGet Low Digital
DilEnglish
BPM88
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Valence
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[Verse 1]
I'm too gangsta for the streets, what me when I creep
I put five in your Jeep, leave a **** sleep
Now you six feet deep over bullshit
Got a mac-10 mouth, ain't never pull shit
The ghetto don't make G's, it mold ****, get down or lay down
Like Beanie Mac told **** to meet the fo'-fo' ****
I let them guns blow, **** I'm a rider
Thug Life 'til I die, Black Wall Street behind us
I'm a Menace II Society, fuck Caine and O-Dog
I got the 'caine and the O's, dog
I'm gangster like Hennessy and Alize, Thug Passion
Ride or die 'til they kill me or put me in Thugz Mansion
Gangbangin', this California lifestyle got me heated
They want me buried, so I don't leave without the Desert Eagle
Shoot first, ask questions on my way to county jail
Kill a **** over my chain 'cauase I know I'ma make bail
I'm troublesome
[Verse 2]
If I die tonight, Bury me a G amongst rap legends
'Cause I spit bullets in thymes, 16's and 9's
I keep a vest and a weapon, my baby momma got me stressin'
Prayin' on my knees every night askin' God is there a heaven?
So here is my confession to my unborn child
Them five shots couldn't drop me, but I ain't take 'em and smile
I lost a lot of my **** to gangbangin' and digits
One finger on the trigger dog I led the life of a sinner
These motherfuckers wanna see me doin' life in the pen
I'm a outlaw, and the west coast is ridin' again
My competition is none, I'm on a mission with guns
Starin' death in the eyes, twenty **** deep when we ride
My enemies is bitches, they plottin' on my riches
Can't walk in the streets without the paparazzi takin' pictures
Label me a made ****, all the way from Compton to Boston
These **** keep talkin' I leave 'em dead in a coffin
I'm troublesome
[Verse 3]
Money over bitches is my motto in the streets
I'm known for catching hollows
Packin' pistols and drinkin' Belve and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killers and fiends
Witness my **** strapped with gats and army fatigues
If it's murder he wrote it, if I'm lying let the Double X-L quote it
And know that I'm strictly a rap poet
Baptized in my own tears, chastised by my own peers
I'm a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around
One of the reasons why I'm clutchin' the pound
California dreamin', chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina schemin' got them hoochie bitches screamin'
They know that I'm celebrity, keep them cop killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my **** keep tellin' me
21 years old, no felonies, so I ride with the desert
And pay homage to the hardest rap legend
I'm troublesome
Written by: Jayceon Taylor

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