Troublesome '96 (исполнитель: 2Pac)
Born to wreck [bad word] poppin bubble gum Others call me up, 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 Till I gotta (ride), a [bad word] Benz [bad word] talked to every snitch, they jeapordized me gettin rich Only fifteen at a spot full of rock teens Full of hard knocks, ready to clock, [bad word] the cops (yeah!) And we was fat like [bad word] Every [bad word] packed a pump, so time to be poppin [bad word] I stood at the top of the organization Ready to pop a cop with no hesitations [bad word] the police) yeah Now I'm makin all the [bad word] Cause here [bad word] look out for brother troublesome Yeah y'all, hehe [bad word] named Troublesome 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 [bad word] 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 he got it (yeah) And I don't give a [bad word] about it (Aiyyo you think you'll ever quit this [bad word] ) I doubt it So why not take all of me Cause I just love to be the [bad word] 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 locs up And once I let my gun pop Another [bad word] drops I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo Crack through your window, [bad word] where the [bad word] the ya-yo? You tried to hesitate I couldn't wait [bad word] him I didn't [bad word] him, he sneezed and I had to bust him I'm criminal I'm workin doin wicked [bad word] So catch a Christmas cause I'm murderin your witnesses, I'm troublesome Yeah! Yeah, a [bad word] named Troublesome Now I'm on top got plenty open I ain't no [bad word] 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) 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 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 [bad word] But I ain't goin alive, so what the [bad word] these [bad word] fo' Just because you got a vest don't mean you escape from death [bad word] 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 [bad word] here [bad word] 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 Troublesome, word up Uptown, they got a Troublesome In Crooklyn, they got a Troublesome In the Bronx, they got a Troublesome In Uptown, they got a Troublesome South South Bronx, they got a Troublesome The jungle, they got a Troublesome Washington D.C. troublesome Baltimore (troublesome) Miami Troublesome, Seattle All over this [bad word] 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 My