Troublesome Nigga Troublesome 19, motherfuckin' 96 Let it be known, nigga, boss of all bosses Machiavelli Menacing methods, label me a lethal weapon Makin' niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you picture my specific plan? To be the man in this wicked land, underhanded It's a plan Scams are plotted over grams of rocks Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shot We all die in the end, so advanced we swung 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 him my bitch nigga heater What could they do to me in Little Brack? Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll kick they ass How can I show you how I feel inside? We outlaws motherfuckers can't kill my pride Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone Cause they feared me in the physical form Let it be known, I'm Troublesome Troublesome Nigga Outlaws Put it down to the fullest Spitting rhymes and bullets We Troublesome Y'all know what time it is Call upon police They can't stop us Niggas running streets We Troublesome Cutaways, my mentality is ghetto A gorilla in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before the sun, I bet I bomb on them first Niggas knew we came from murder, pulling up in a hearse West side was the war cry, bussing on frilly, screaming fuck All y'all niggas in Swahili Pistols packing fresh out of jail I ain't going back, release me to the care of my heartless strap Say my name three times like Candyman Bet I roll on your ass like an avalanche Soul survivor, learn to get high and pull drive-bys Murder my foes, can't control my mind Hearing throats of my enemies pleading, please Bust their ass, motherfuckers tried to flee Pitching me, letting this chump survive Ran up on his ass when I dumped him dry Cause I'm Troublesome Young Strapped And I don't give a fuck I'm hopeless I let a thug life lose my focus, baby I'm Troublesome Bad boy killer There is no one realer What you saw was the rough rugged and raw Outlaw Murder, murder, my mind state Shit ain't changed since my last rhyme The crime rate ain't declined Niggas busting shots like they lost they mind Like 25 to life, never crossed they mind Tell me young nigga never learned a thing Dead at 13 cause he yearned to be Sent a lot of flowers, but how could I cry Tried to warn the lil nigga either stop or die Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream Afraid to sleep, I'm having crazy dreams Ripping pictures of my enemies, family times God forgive me cause it's wrong, but I plan to die Either take me in heaven and understand I wasn't cheap Did the best I could, raised in insanity Or send me to hell cause I ain't begging for my life Ain't nothing worse than this cursed ass hopeless life I'm Troublesome In your wildest dreams you couldn't pitch a nigga like me I'm Troublesome I don't give a fuck I'm Troublesome Like my nigga Napoleon said nigga Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit I'm Troublesome You know what time it is to outlaw clique Young rugged and sick Machiavelli to Don, the boss all buzz Mussolini, Idi Amin Hussein Fatal, Gaddafi Castro, Napoleon Pro Nini We ain't fucking around We Troublesome We Troublesome I ain't gone Young Castro The first to blast, the last one to dash Going for the hoes and the cash Fuck you niggas Outlaws Gaddafi Trump tight, never sloppy Them motherfuckers try to copy But they can't mock you nigga You're too strong Outlaws keep it going on You know what's up Outlaws, outlaws All you niggas die Outlaws, outlaws This is dedicated to the real niggas All the real Troublesome soldiers on the streets