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2pac – mr troublesome lyrics

[verse 1]
born to wreck sh+t, poppin’ bubble gum
others call me yum, but momma call me troublesome
learned to shoot a gun, before i learned to read or write
never touched a pipe, made my money every night
‘til i gotta (ride), a motherf+ckin’ benz (benz)
b+tch talked to every snitch, they jeopardized me gettin’ rich
only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens
full of hard knocks, ready to clock, f+ck the cops (yeah!)
and we was fat like trump
every n+gga packed a pump, so timе to be poppin’ trunks
i stood at the top of the organization
rеady to pop a cop with no hesitations (f+ck the police) yeah
now i’m makin’ all the others run
cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome
[interlude]
yeah y’all, hehe
a n+gga named troublesome

[verse 2]
i learned from my mistakes i’m twenty+one now
i gotta pack of jackers out for me they hold a gun battle
ain’t old enough to save but i behave just like a true vet
that’s cause for all the dirt i did and dirt i didn’t do yet
tryin’ to pop my pistol for a profit
copper tried to stop i didn’t drop and so we got it (yeah)
and i don’t give a f+ck about it
(aiyyo you think you’ll ever quit this sh+t?) i doubt it
so why not take all of me
cause i just love to be the n+gga that n0body else has the b+lls to be
these suckers always searchin’ for me, with funk
they in a hurry to get buried with they loc’s up (see ya)
and once i let my gun pop
another motherf+cker drops
i smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
crack through your window, n+gga where the f+ck the ya+yo?
you tried to hesitate i couldn’t wait to rush him
i didn’t trust him, he sneezed and i had to bust him
i’m criminal i’m workin’ doin’ wicked sh+t
so catch a christmas cause i’m murderin’ your witnesses, i’m troublesome
see also 2pac + wanted dead or alive (tupac shakur and snoop doggy dogg song) + 12+inch single (may 16 , 1997)
[interlude]
yeah!
yeah, a n+gga named troublesome

[verse 3]
now i’m on top got plenty dope in
i ain’t no f+ckin’ joke so you can label me king of oakland, huh
as i sit back and rake my, dough in
i let my money grown in just got rich off what they owin’, huh
and flippin’ hoes, there’s no open
keepin’ a sister broke i’d rather take it from the token (give it up)
a psychopath when provoked then
all you see is smoke i pull a pistol from my, coat
i told you we ain’t havin’ it (c’mere)
give up the dough, reached for his coat, started grabbin’ it
bang bang! was the sound as i jetted
a bullet in the head so the sucker don’t forget it
but i knew that i’d be dead soon
crime in my head, makin’ decisions in my bedroom
i see task at my front do’ (ahh sh+t)
but i ain’t goin’ alive, so what the f+ck these n+ggas come fo’
just because you got a vest don’t mean you escape from death (b+tch)
i put this ak to your chest it’ll take your entire breath
threw a grenade in the front yard
six cops lunged then got crunched, here they come god
the other cops are closin’ in
deja vu, what do i do, here we go again (here we go again)
i’d rather take my life than have these suckers clown me
when they found me, they call me troublesome
[outro]
n+ggas ain’t tapin’, not a live
troublesome, word up
uptown, they got a troublesome
in crooklyn, they got a troublesome
in the bronx, they got a troublesome
in oaktown, they got a troublesome
south central, they got a troublesome
the jungle, they got a troublesome
washington d.c., (troublesome)
baltimore (troublesome)
miami (troublesome)
seattle, all over this motherf+ckin’ country (troublesome)
in every single ghetto (troublesome)
as long as there ain’t money there’s gonna be troublesome
(troublesome), word up
(troublesome)
(troublesome), troublesome
troublesome (troublesome)
my n+gga named troublesome, troublesome, troublesome. troublesome..

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