Troublesome '96 - 2Pac

Troublesome nigga

Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin-96 (westside!)

Let it be known nigga

Boss of all bosses, Makaveli

Menacin methods label me a lethal weapon

Makin niggaz 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

Outlawz motherfuckers 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 my heater

Got me a dog and named her my bitch nigga eater

What could they do to me and lil’brat?

Shit them niggaz that shot me is still terrified I’ll get they ass

How can I show you how I feel inside?

We Outlawz, motherfuckers can’t kill my pride

Niggaz talk a lot of shit, but that’s after I’m gone

Cause they fear me in physical form

Let it be known I’m troublesome

La la la la, la, la La, la-la la, lahhh

Bye bye, bye bye

All you niggaz die

Troublesome nigga, Outlawz

Put it down to the fullest

Spittin rhymes and bullets, ha ha We troublesome

Y’all know what time it is Call the punk police, they can’t stop us Niggaz run the streets, we troublesome

Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto

A guerilla in this criminal war, we all rebels

Death before dishonor bet I bomb on the first niggaz

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearse

Westside was the war cry bustin off freely

Screamin, Fuck — ALL Y’ALL NIGGAZ 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 avalance

A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drivebys

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

Young, strapped, and I don’t give a fuck

I’m hopeless — I live the Thug Life, losin my focus BA-BAY

I’m troublesome, haha

Bad Boy killa, 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 decline

Niggaz bustin shots like they lost they mind

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mind

Tell me young nigga never learned a thang

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could I cry

Tried to warn the little nigga 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

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 nuttin worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life;

I’m troublesome

— repeat to fade

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t picture a nigga like me Hahahaha — 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

Ha ha, I’m troublesome

You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique

Young rugged and sick

Makaveli the Don the boss of all bosses

Musolini, Edi Amin, Hussein Fatal, Khadafi

Kastro, Napoleon, Bo Nitti

Ha ha, we ain’t fuck around

We troublesome

Aiyyo, haha, we troublesome

I ain’t goin.

HA HAH

Young Kastro, the first to blast the last one to dash

Goin for the hoes and the cash

Fuck you niggaz, Outlawz!

HA HAH

Khadafi — trump tight never sloppy

Them motherfuckers try to copy

but they can’t mock you nigga, you’re too strong

Outlawz keep it goin on, you know whassup

Outlawz, Outlawz, ha hah.

OUTLAWZ, OUTLAWZ

This is dedicated to the real niggaz

All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets