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2pac – troublesome (live 1996) lyrics


[spoken word intro]
we still bad boy k!llas
y’all gon’ feel this

[verse 1]
menacin’ methods, label me a lethal weapon
makin’ n-ggas die witnessin’ breathless imperfections
can you picture my specific plan?
to be the man in this wicked land, underhanded hits are planned
these scams are plotted over grams and rocks
outlawz motherf-ckers die by the random shots
we all die in the end, so revenge i swore
i was all about my ends; f-ck friends and foes!
me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater
got me a dog and named her “my b-tch n-gga eater”
what could they do to me, you lil’ brat?
sh-t, them n-ggas that shot me is still terrified i’ll get they -ss
how can i show you how i feel inside?
we outlawz, motherf-ckers can’t k!ll my pride
n-ggas talk a lot of sh-t, but that’s after i’m gone
‘cause they fear me in the physical form
let it be known i’m troublesome

la la la la, la, la
la, la-la la, lahhh
la, la, lahhh
all you n-ggas die

[verse 2]
gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto
we guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels
death before dishonor, bet i bomb on ’em first
n-ggas knew we came for murder, pullin’ up in a he-rs-
westside was the war cry, bustin’ off freely
screamin’, “f-ck all y’all n-ggas!” 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’ -ss, like an avalanche
a sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-bys
murder my foes, can’t control my nine
hearin’ thoughts of my enemies pleadin’, “please”
busta–ss motherf-ckers tried to flee
picture me lettin’ this chump survive
ran up on his -ss, when i dumped he died
‘cause i’m troublesome

la la la la, la, la
la, la-la la, lahhh
la, la, lahhh
all you n-ggas die

[verse 3]
“murder, murder, my mind state,” sh-t ain’t changed
since my last rhyme; the crime rate ain’t decline
n-ggas bustin’ shots like they lost they mind
like 25 to life never crossed they mind
tell me young n-gga (never learned a thang)
dead at thirteen ‘cause he yearned to bang
sent a lot of flowers, but how could i cry?
tried to warn the little n-gga, “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 forgive me ‘cause it’s wrong, but i plan to die
either take me in heaven and understand i was a g
did the best i could, raised in insanity
or send me to h-ll, ‘cause i ain’t beggin’ for my life
ain’t nothin’ worse than this cursed–ss hopeless life
i’m troublesome

la la la la, la, la
la, la-la la, lahhh
la, la, lahhh
all you n-ggas die

[2pac over chorus]
one love to my n-gga suge
what’s good, my n-gga?
sweaty -ss
you know