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Born to wreck shit, poppin bubble gumOthers call me up, but momma call me troublesomeLearned to shoot a gun, before I learned to read or writeNever touched a pipe, made my money every nightTill I gotta (ride), a motherfuckin BenzBitch talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin richOnly fifteen at a spot full of rock teensFull of hard knocks, ready to clock, FUCK the cops (yeah!)And we was fat like TrumpEvery nigga packed a pump, so time to be poppin trunksI stood at the top of the organizationReady to pop a cop with no hesitations (fuck the police) yeahNow I'm makin all the others runCause here it comes, look out for brother troublesomeYeah y'all, heheA nigga named TroublesomeI learned from my mistakes I'm twenty-one nowI gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battleAin't old enough to save but I behave just like a true vetThat's cause for all the dirt I did and dirt I didn't do yetTryin to pop my pistol for a profitCopper tried to stop I didn't drop and so he got it (yeah)And I don't give a fuck about it(Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this shit?) I doubt itSo why not take all of meCause I just love to be the nigga that nobody else has the balls to beThese suckers always searchin for me, with funkThey in a hurry to get buried with they locs upAnd once I let my gun popAnother motherfucker dropsI smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indoCrack through your window, nigga where the fuck the ya-yo?You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait to rush himI didn't trust him, he sneezed and I had to bust himI'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked shitSo catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, I'm troublesomeYeah!Yeah, a nigga named TroublesomeNow I'm on top got plenty openI ain't no fuckin joke so you can label me King of Oakland, huhAs I sit back and rake my, dough inI let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin, huhAnd flippin hoes, there's no openKeepin a sister broke I'd rather take it from the token (give it up)A psychopath when provoked thenall you see is smoke I pull a pistol from my, coatI told you we ain't havin it (c'mere)Give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin itBang bang! Was the sound as I jettedA bullet in the head so the sucker don't forget itBut I knew that I'd be dead soonCrime in my head, makin decisions in my bedroomI see task at my front do' (ahh shit)But I ain't goin alive, so what the fuck these niggaz come fo'Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death (bitch)I put this AK to your chest it'll take your entire breathThrew a grenade in the front yardSix cops lunged then got crunched, here they come GodThe other cops are closin inDeja vu, what do I do, here we go again (here we go again)I'd rather take my life than have these suckers clown meWhen they found me, they call me troublesomeTroublesome, word upUptown, they got a TroublesomeIn Crooklyn, they got a TroublesomeIn the Bronx, they got a TroublesomeIn Uptown, they got a TroublesomeSouth South Bronx, they got a TroublesomeThe jungle, they got a TroublesomeWashington D.C. troublesomeBaltimore (troublesome) MiamiTroublesome, SeattleAll over this motherfuckin country (troublesome)in every single ghetto (troublesome)As long as there ain't money there's gonna be troublesomeTroublesome, word upTroublesomeTroublesome, troublesomeTroublesomeMy nigga named Troublesomemore