Troublesome

By 2Pac

On Troublesome ’21

Released on August 5, 1997

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[Verse 1]

Born to wreck shit, 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 motherfuckin' Benz (benz)

Bitch 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, 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


[Interlude]

Yeah y'all, hehe

A nigga named Troublesome


[Verse 2]

I learned from my mistakes I'm 21 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 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 loc's up (see ya)

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


[Interlude]

Yeah!

Yeah, a nigga named Troublesome


[Verse 3]

Now I'm on top got plenty dope in

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 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 shit)

But I ain't goin' alive, so what the fuck these niggas 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


[Outro]

Niggas 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 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 (troublesome)

My nigga named Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome. troublesome..