Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - Troublesome

Born to wreck shit, 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 motherfuckin Benz
Bitch 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, FUCK the cops (yeah!)
And we was fat like Trump
Every nigga 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 (fuck the police) yeah
Now I`m makin all the others run
Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome

Yeah y`all, hehe
A nigga 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 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 he got it (yeah)
And I don`t give a fuck about it
(Aiyyo you think you`ll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it
So why not take all of me
Cause I just love to be the nigga 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 motherfucker drops
I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo
Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck 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 shit
So catch a Christmas cause I`m murderin your witnesses, I`m troublesome

Yeah!
Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome

Now I`m on top got plenty open
I ain`t no fuckin 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 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 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

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 motherfuckin 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 nigga named Troublesome

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And we was fat like Trump Every nigga 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 (fuck the police) yeah Now I`m makin all the others run Cause here it comes, look out for brother troublesome Yeah y`all, hehe A nigga 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 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 he got it (yeah) And I don`t give a fuck about it (Aiyyo you think you`ll ever quit this shit?) I doubt it So why not take all of me Cause I just love to be the nigga 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 motherfucker drops I smoke a gang of buddha better yet some indo Crack through your window, nigga where the fuck 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 shit So catch a Christmas cause I`m murderin your witnesses, I`m troublesome Yeah! Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome Now I`m on top got plenty open I ain`t no fuckin 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 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 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 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 motherfuckin 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 nigga named Troublesome Нравится песня? 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