2Pac - Troublesome 96' (Lyric Video/HQ)

2Pac - Troublesome 96' (Lyric Video/HQ)
[Lyrics/Lyric Video/High Quality/HQ]
Produced by Johnny J
Album Greatest Hits [1996]
Prod. by: Albion Meraj
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(Lyrics)

[Intro]
Troublesome, nigga,
Hahaha, troublesome 19-motherfucking-96,
(Westside!) Let it be known, nigga!
Boss of all bosses, Makaveli!

[Verse 1]
Menacin' methods, label me a lethal weapon,
Making niggas 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,
Outlaw motherfuckers die by the random shots,
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore,
I was all about my ends; fuck friends and foes!
Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater,
Got me a dog and named her my "bitch nigga eater"!
What could they do to me, you lil' brat?
Shit, them niggas that shot me is still terrified I'll get they ass,
How can I show you how I feel inside?
We Outlawz, motherfuckers can't kill my pride,
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone,
‘Cause they fear me in my physical form,
Let it be known I'm troublesome...

[Hook]
La la la la, la, la,
La, la-la la, lahhh,
Bye bye, bye bye,
All you niggas die,

[2Pac over Hook]
Troublesome nigga, Outlawz,
Put it down to the fullest,
Spittin' rhymes and bullets, ha ha
We Troublesome,
Y'all know what time it is,
Call the punk police, they can't stop us,
Niggas run the streets, we troubleshit,

[Verse 2]
Gutter ways, my mentality is ghetto,
We guerrilla in this criminal war, we all rebels,
Death before dishonor, bet I bomb on first,
Niggas knew we came for murder, pullin' up in a hearse,
Westside was the war cry, bustin' off freely,
Screaming, "Fuck all ya'll niggas!" 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' ass like an avalanche,
A sole survivor, learned to get high and pull drive-by's,
Murder my foes, can't control my 9,
Hearin' thoughts of my enemies pleadin' please,
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee,
Picture me lettin' this chump survive; ran up on his ass,
When I dumped he died, ‘cause I'm Troublesome...

[Hook]
La la la la, la, la,
La, la-la la, lahhh,
Bye bye, bye bye,
All you niggas die,

[2Pac over Hook]
Young, strapped, and I don't give a fuck – I'm hopeless,
I live the Thug Life, losin' my focus, ba-baby,
I'm troublesome, haha,
Bad Boy killa, there is no one realer,
What you saw was the rough, rugged and raw - Outlaw!

[Verse 3]
"Murder murder" my mind state, shit ain't changed,
Since my last rhyme – the crime rate ain't decline,
Niggas bustin' shots like they lost they mind,
Like 25 to life never crossed they mind,
Tell me young nigga 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 nigga, "Either stop or die",
Mercy is for the weak, when I speak I scream,
Afraid to sleep; I'm having crazy dreams,
Vivid pictures of my enemies, family times,
God to forgive me ‘cause it's wrong, but I plan to die,
Either take me in Heaven and understand I was a sheep,
Did the best I could, raised in insanity,
Or send me to Hell, ‘cause I ain't begging for my life,
Ain't nothing worse than this cursed-ass hopeless life,
I'm Troublesome...

[Hook]
La la la la, la, la,
La, la-la la, lahhh,
Bye bye, bye bye,
All you niggas die,

[Outro]
In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me,
Hahahaha – I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck,
I'm troublesome… like my nigga Napoleon said, nigga,
Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit,
Ha ha, I'm troublesome,
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique,
Young rugged and sick,
Makaveli the Don, the Boss of all Bosses,
Mussolini, E.D.I. Amin, Hussein Fatal,
Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Po-Nitty,
Haha, we ain't fuckin' around,
Haha, we Troublesome,
Ayo, haha, we Troublesome, I ain't going, HA HAH,
Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash,
Going for the hoes and the cash,
Fuck you niggas! Outlawz! Ha hah!
Khadafi – trump tight, never sloppy,
Them motherfuckers try to copy,
But they can't mock you, nigga, you're too strong,
Outlawz keep it going on, you know whassup,
Outlawz, Outlawz, all you niggas die,
Outlawz, Outlawz,
This is dedicated to the real niggas,
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets...

{…bye bye, bye bye, all you niggas die…}