Troublesome lyrics

by

Foxy Brown


[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 time to be poppin' trunks
I stood at the top of the organization
Ready 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 nobody else has the balls 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
[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 pimpin' 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 alive
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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