2Pac - Troublesome Lyrics
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
2 Pac feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg|2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted|All Eyez On Me - Book 1|||314
Talking:
(Up outta there!)
Pac: Haha...
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party...(turn that shit up G)
Pac: Oh shit...
Snoop: You done fucked up now...
Pac: You done just put to of Amerikaz most wanted in the
same mothafuckin\' place at the same mothafuckin\' time.
Y\'all niggaz \'bout to feel this. Break out the champagne
glasses and the mothafuckin\' condoms. Have one on us a\'ight?
Verse 1
Pac: Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture bomb the
hoochies wit\' precision my intentions to get richer, with
the S-N-Double O-P Dogg my fuckin\' homey you\'s a cold ass
nigga on them hogs.
Snoop: Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun cuz they got
me on the run, now I\'m back in the court room waitin\' on
the outcome. Free 2pac is all that\'s on that nigga\'s
mind but at the same time it seem they tryin\' to take mine,
so Ima\' get smart and get defensive and shit and put
together \'million march for some gangsa shit...
2pac: So now they got us laced, 2 multi-millionaire
mothafuckas catchin\' cases. Bitches get ready for the
throwdown the shit\'s about to go down, (ughh!) me \'n
Snoop about to clown. I\'m losin\' my religion, I vicious
on these stool pigeons, ya might be deep in the game but
\'cha got the rules missin\'. Niggas be actin\' like they
savage, they out to get the cabbage I got nothin\' but love
for my niggas livin\' lavish.
Snoop: I got a Pit named P, she niggarino. I got a house
on the hills, right next to Chino. And I, think I got a
black Beamer, but my dream is to own a fly Casino, like
Bugsy Seagal and do it all illegal, and get scooped up by
the lil\' homie in the Regal (mmh!). It feels good to you
baby bubba, you see ya\' vicious for the G\'s and the keys
mothafucka.
2pac: Now holla as we ride, mothafuck the rest 2 of the
best from the West Side. And I can make you famous, niggaz
been dyin\' for years so how can they blame us? I live in
fear of a felony, I never stop bailin\' these...mothafuckin\'
G\'s! If you got it, better flaunt it; another warrant, 2
of Amerikaz most wanted.
Chorus:
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangta party,
it ain\'t nothin\' but a mothafuckin\' gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangsta party,
it ain\'t nothin\' but a mothafuckin\' gangsta party.
Verse 2:
2pac: Now give me 50 feet, the fleet is not my destiny
release me to the streets and keep whatever\'s left of me.
Jealousy is misery, suffering is grief, ya better be
prepared when you cowards fuck with me. (How does it
feel?) These niggas must be crazy word, there ain\'t no
mercy mothafuckers, you can\'t fade the thug. (Right...)
You thought it was but it wasn\'t now disappear, bow down
in the presence of a boss playa!
Snoop: It\'s like cuz, blood, gangbangin\', everybody in
the party doing dope-slangin\'. Ya got to have papers in
this world, ya might get yo\' first snatch before your
eyez swirl. Ya doin\' ya job, everyday, and then you work
so hard til\' your hair turn gray. Let me tell you \'bout
life, and the way it is, you see we live by the gun so
we die by the gun\'s kids.
2pac: You tell me not to roll with my glock, now I got
to get away, floatin\' in the black Benz (beotch!) tryin\'
to do shit today! They wonder how I live with 5 shots,
niggas is hard to kill on my block. Scheme for policy
and dope related, affiliated with tha hustlas so we made
it. No askin\' questions, I\'m trying to get upon it. My
nigga dog, eternally the most wanted.
Chorus:
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangta party,
it ain\'t nothin\' but a mothafuckin\' gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangsta party,
it ain\'t nothin\' but a mothafuckin\' gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangta party,
it ain\'t nothin\' but a mothafuckin\' gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
2pac: Nothin\' but a gangta party,
it ain\'t nothin\' but a mothafuckin\' gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Beotch!!
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Ain\'t nuthin\' but a gangsta party.
Death rowww!!!! (echoes)