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Versuri Troublesome '96
- 2Pac

trimise de M4v3rickM4v3rick.

Troublesome nigga.

[chorus plays in background].

Troublesome
19-muthaf***kin-96 (westside).

Let it be known nigga.

Boss of all bosses,
Makaveli.

Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon.

making niggas die
witnessin' breathless imperfections.

can you picture my specific plan.

to be
the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned.

scams are plotted
over grams and rocks.

when undercover agents die by the random shots.

we all
die in the end, so the feds we swore.

I was all about my ends, f***k friends
and foes.

me, a born leader, never leave the block without my my heata.

got
me a dog get nigga Mobb bitch nigga eata.

what could they do to me that little
brat.

s***t them niggas shot me and still terrified, I'll get their a*s.

how
can I show you how I feel inside.

we outlawz motherf***kas can't kill my
pride.

niggas talk a lot of s***t but that's after im gone.

cause they fear
me in physical form let it be known.

I'm
troublesome.

[chorus].

tra la la la la la all ya niggas die
[several times].

trouble s***t.

gutter ways my mentality is
ghetto.

we're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels.

death before
dishonor bet on bomb on them first niggas do.

we came for murder, pullin' up
in a herse.

westside was the war cry bustin' all freely screaming f***k.

all
ya'll niggas in Swahili.

pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin'

back.

release me to care of my heartless strap.

say my name three times like
Candyman.

bet I roll on your a*s like an avalance.

a soul survivor, learned
to get high and pull drive bys.

burned my folks, can't control my
nine.

hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please.

busta a*s motherf***kas
tried to flee.

picture me lettin this chump survive.

redin' up on his a*s
when I'm doped and died.

cause I'm
troublesome.

[chorus].

murder murder my mind states s***t
ain't change since my last rhyme.

the crime rate ain't decline.

niggas
bustin' shots like they lost their mind.

like twenty-five to life never
crossed their mind.

tell me young nigga never learned a thang.

dead at
thirteen cause he yearned to bang.

sniffed a lot of flowers, but how can I
cry.

try to warn the little nigga either stop or die.

mercy is for the weak
when I speak I scream.

afraid to sleep in havin' of crazy dreams.

vivid
pictures of my enemies and family times.

God to forgive me cause it's wrong
but I plan to die.

need to take me in heaven and understand I was a
sheep.

did the best I could, raised in insanity.

or send me to hell cause I
ain't beggin' for my life.

ain't nothing worse than this cursed a*s hopeless
life.

cause I'm troublesome


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