Trouble Man - Inspectah Deck

Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple

We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles

I’m currently, servin twenty-nine to life

Duckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night

The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped

Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night

The land where you ain’t fam, there’s no pity

Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty

Hittin hard, liquor’s God, niggaz plottin on the come off

and come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper

and slide like she doin up and down the railing

Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin

The clock’s tickin, somebody’s on the block snitchin

The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen

Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl

cause I married this life and she’s my whole world

Chorus:

It’s just a sign of the times

Calmly listen — to these lines.

I’m goin out of my mind

Livin — the street life.

Aiyyo, aiyyo

Make me wanna holla way they do my life

My life, is like a carousel one endless night

Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome

A large percent die for causes not even their own

When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone

long live the I-N-S song they workin on Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant

Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin

It’s ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell — shots propel

The one that missed me got Chanel

In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor

The music is the simulator, facin the user

I do it for those who walk the same road

And no regrets do I hold for the path I chose

No sleep since the intro, patrol the windows

I reminisce, with the chalice and my eyes half closed

If I could do it again, I’d probably do it the same

Thought I was through with the game, I’m goin through it again

The hood life, I’m in it to the limit

Couldn’t quit it for a digit, die for it cause I live it Yo, been around the world but just can’t seem to leave

the state of mind that causes tangled web I weave

Made my home in the heart of it Move like Seagal, «Hard Target»

Most want no part of it, it’s logic

Cutthroat party in the Shark Pit

Cold blooded souls carry bulldogs and oxes, knowledge this

Maintain and remain sane

In the cold world where the rules ain’t changed

Still Rebel to society, government be eyein me They probably watchin me right now as I’m speakin

But all I’m guilty of is teachin you the truth

They got proof, so you know I’ll be home before the weekend

The hood life, I’m in it to the limit

In it from the scrimmage, livin it, lovin every minute

and every hour, til the powers that be eventually stress me to the death

«Y'all know the science right?»

«Death with the intellect»

«aight.

aight.»

«Represent, I make it hot»

«13th.

chamber.

specialist.

from the Bricks»

Street life.

so trife.

Street life.

for life.

Feels like.

feels like.

my paradiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise.

«Yeah y’all.

uh-huh."(7X to fade)